I lost a good three hours of sleep last night/this morning. Have I mentioned teething sucks? After all the screaming, crying, punching, kicking and wiggling fits I finally got Darby back to sleep at 2:30. Right before I put her in her crib she had drifted off to sleep in my arms and started to dream. I could tell she was dreaming because of the expressions on her face. At one point she smiled for no reason. Then she laughed. She actually laughed in her sleep! It was that sweet moment that made me forget the struggle of the last three hours. Even when she's a handfull, she's my adorable handfull.