Not so much.
You see, yesterday's sleep consisted of a mere 25 minutes in the stroller during Cooper's morning stroll.
Last night's sleep consisted of a mere 5 hours. Oh, yes. She "went to bed" at about 6:45 pm, but she woke up about a bazillion times between then and 11, when I went up AGAIN to help her get to sleep.
It took over an hour.
Then a little after 5 am, she woke to eat, then blabbered in her bed a bit, then rolled/crawled/slobbered over me when Rocket Man moved her to our bed while he got ready for work.
Just what I wanted, let me tell you.
Oh, and she head-butted the headboard like a champ.
I don't think THAT is why they call it a headboard, but try telling HER that.
Some good news is that she has another tooth - this time the center one up top, so no more vampire in the family. Also, the snotty nose/cough/irritable cold that comes with the teething appears to be diminishing.
Yesterday she crawled all over the place downstairs, as in real crawling, not army crawling, during her marathon do-everything-I-can-to-stay-awake session also known as the entire afternoon.
More fun was the way she played with her Chompy-lones, and he with her. She crawls to him, tries to touch him, he grumbles and shoots away, which makes her belly-laugh in delight. Other laugh-worthy doggy activities include: "chasing" him, watching him fetch his toys, touching his tongue when he's all worn out and panting, and bullying him out of his bed.
When she learns to walk and run, he is in for a world of hurt.
A good kind of hurt, but still - he's going to be so worn out!
All I'll be able to say is welcome to the club.