When we first brought Maggie home, I was told with hard work, she should be a well behaved lady at six months. That seemed like an eternity. Sleep was something I would wish for. Potty was only to be flushed, not picked up. Toys scattered through the house, was something that happened to me 40 years ago. Excessive crying was a toss up between myself or Maggie. Now she is potty trained, sleeps all night and no longer cries. The toys are still scattered, hidden or buried somewhere in the house. She is 4 months old and I can already see the progress we have made. I can only imagine what it will be like in two more months. Hopefully the diva attitute will have cooled and she will have something in her mouth other than rattlesnake fangs. Happy Six Month B-Day.
