She ate one bite of a saltine ("Is this all I get for dinner?") fell asleep on the couch—when I tried to tuck her into bed she got angry that she didn't finish dinner, demanded applesauce. She got back up, ate two bites, and fell back asleep on the couch.
I tucked her in again—she slept for about an hour, then whimpered, woke up, got up to go to the bathroom at 1am talking with a frog voice, trying to relate a dream she had where a red, black, white, and blue fish could go to school whenever he wanted to.
She woke up way too early today but let me stay in bed a little longer as she lay on the couch. By afternoon we had twin temperatures.
A true Mother's Day weekend.