Life is chugging along pretty well for us this month. I had some car trouble yesterday, but luckily I was able to get it in and fixed right away. Laela is going to the doctor this afternoon. I've been doing really well at keeping up with the house, probably because it's such a pain to take Laela out in the cold and snow that we stay home most of the time. But, after yesterday's wrench in the schedule, it seems like it's already veering out of control again. I always envisioned life as a stay at home mom as one in a comfortable, lived in home that I wouldn't worry about cleaning all the time if it meant spending more time with my kids. But, I feel like whenever there is a mess I just feel really guilty. If I'm cleaning I feel guilty that I'm not spending time with Laela, and if I'm spending time with Laela I feel guilty about not cleaning. Hopefully at some point I'll find a system that works. Laela is starting to get up on all fours in her crib and rock back and forth. I sense that crawling is just around the corner, and I'm currently trying to decide how much baby proofing will be necessary. With the way our house is set up, I don't think we'll need to do much, since she can easily be corralled into the living room. I'm also seeing some improvement in her sleeping. I've been going back and forth about doing some sort of "sleep training", though not crying it out because I don't feel comfortable with that at all. I'll let her cry for a few minutes to see if she'll settle down, but then I go get her. After a lot of time spent worrying that not taking care of this now will ruin her ability to sleep later, I've realized that she's slowly but surely sleeping more at night. It's not every night, there are some times that she wakes up 3-4 times, but usually those are before midnight, so I'm not asleep anyway. But, the number of times she's slept through the night in the last month are way more than the month before. I'm hoping this pattern continues. I realize that she wakes up when she needs something, whether it be comfort or food. And it's my job to take care of that, not force her to conform to the schedule I'd prefer. I sincerely hope that, at some point I learn to just relax because most problems work themselves out on their own, but I doubt it haha.