By the end of the evening, I wonder these things as well. Because all of these things were not the trainwreck disaster that I was bracing for. Because all of these things were actually a lot (a lot!) of fun. AND because that night, her Royal Wendyness slept for 7 hours in a row. SEVEN! IN A ROW!!
My sleep number is 55.
She hasn't done it since, but my god, those seven hours were so beautiful.
Almost as beautiful as her fuzzy little head.