This was going to be an updated post from 232, entitled the Long and Grinding Road. However, I have located something even more exhausting than running for 22 minutes with NO WALKING BREAKS THANKS COUCH25K, and that is my daughter’s new bedtime ritual.

(Assuming she lovingly reads these posts when she’s 23 and still talking to me:) 
My lovey lou, I need you to know one thing. Before we get into this latest overwrought diatribe, I will forever ever be grateful at how well you sleep. Since your first birthday you slept through the night, for glorious languid stretches of TWELVE PLUS hours that restored my sanity after that first year when you were pretty much Andrew Dice Clay in a onesie.

I love you in a deep and so-strong-it’s-uneasy way when I sneak in your room to be a weirdo at night and make sure nothing disastrous has befallen you since the last time I shoved my face in. Your little warm milky breaths. The sweaty now crunchy hair glued to your cheeks. The few times you’ve lunged to life, sat up and nearly knocked the next 5 years off my life, and then passed back out.

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Brooke Takhar is a Vancouver-based mama to one goon and busy body to all. She loves the Internet, glittery nail polish, over-sharing and teaching her kid outdated dance moves. If you really love her, you'll fight in public.

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