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Our kids have been competing this week for the title of Most Awesome Kid Ever. And I don't have a clue who to award the prize to.

In one corner, weighing in at a dainty 28 pounds, with sass like no other, we have Paisley. This week, despite her consistently crappy attitude and horrendous toddler mood swings, decided to POOP on the potty. You heard it. She's been peeing well for a long time, but yesterday she just hopped up there and took care of some business.

When she was done, she said "Paisley pooped on potty. M please." School gives M&M's for potty training and she responds well to that. So she asks for them here too. Funny thing is that I'm not nazi mom about treats so she could have some anyways....

In the other corner, tipping the scales at 18.5 pounds with chubby thighs and an unquenchable love of breastmilk, we have Graham. This child has been sleeping worse and worse for the past few months until I decided he needed some ferberizing when we hit the point he was waking every hour.

But I am weaker when it comes to what I know will be my last baby and couldn't help but nurse him to sleep and avoid cry it out all together. And it worked anyways. I put him in his own crib and each night he has slept more than the night before.

Last night he slept from 9:30 to 6:30 at which point I had to go get him up and nurse him and he is still asleep now at 8:15. Which sister is too, yet I lay here marveling over it instead of sleeping!

This is a wonderful week of breakthroughs that I am sure like anything else have a great chance of disappearing while the kids take four steps backward. But for this moment, I will lie here in my quiet house after more consecutive hours of sleep than I've had in 7 months and just feel proud of my little people.

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  1. Awe, go little ones! Isn't it amazing how you just want to baby your last one. I'm glad you threw that in there to let me know I"m not alone in that feeling. So proud of them though. I'm glad you got some much needed rest too!

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  2. Aww way to go kiddos! And happy for you too- I'm sure the extra sleep was amazing!

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  3. Yay!! Your posts always make me laugh or smile, too, by the way!

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  4. Yay! Light at the end of the tunnel!

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