Our sweet one is 6 months old, y’all. Half a year ago I said goodbye to sleep. I’m literally nodding off right now. 6 months ago the phrase “on a whim” flew the coop, and on the same wings flew “good night’s sleep” and “strutting your stuff”. These have been replaced by “do you have the diaper bag/day school bag/stroller base/binky/blanket/formula/time to run home and thaw the breastmilk?” and “what’s really so bad about 4am?” and “but can you really SEE the barf on my shirt?” Honestly, I feel like a crazed chicken most days. But I couldn’t be happier….