Sleepy. Went to bed a bit after 11, and Penny was up at a quarter to six.

"D'you want me to go tell her it's still sleepy-time?" Matt mumbled.

A futile effort, since it was already light out, and Penny's window faces east. "Nope. Long's she's not upset, I'm going to just leave her there."

But of course I couldn't quite go back to sleep myself. So yeah. Sleepy today. Multiple coffees, I think.

After I'd gotten Penny up and dressed, she came into our room to play while Matt was in the shower. And I did something wrong.

"No, Mommy! Mommy not do it! Get down! Go 'way!"

"Penny. You do not talk to Mommy like that."

She stared at me hard for a couple of seconds, then rolled over, slid off the bed, and marched out of the room, closing the door firmly behind her.

And in just the instant before the door closed, like a flash of lightning, I knew she was copying me. If she's in a Mood when she wakes up, I'll walk out on her. And I do it JUST like that. She'd captured the glare, and the way I hold my head, and even the way I walk when I'm frustrated with her.

I couldn't help but laugh, even if it was something I probably shouldn't be encouraging. It was just too funny.

Book club was fun, last night. The conversation didn't dip into religion too much, but it went all kinds of other places. Babies and kids and breastfeeding and husbands, and recipes and miscarriages and horror movies and the things we used to imagine when we were kids.

They (jokingly) tried to help me think of ways to stave off the "second child" discussion (as Penny's been sleeping soundly for most of the last month), and we discussed the relative merits of an only child versus having siblings.

Oh, and the book. We talked about that, too.

And I volunteered to host the next meeting. I'm not sure how smoothly that will go -- we tend to be a bit noisy -- but it's more than my turn. A couple of the women have already hosted twice, now.

When I came downstairs after getting dressed, Matt and Penny were watching ESPN. About every third commercial they ran was for a jewelery outfit advertising stuff for Mother's Day.

It was a little disconcerting, because you don't usually see much in the way of girlie things being advertised on ESPN. It's ESPN, you know? The ads target men and sports enthusiasts.

"They're trying to help," I told Matt. "HELLO! IT'S TIME TO PAY SOME ATTENTION TO YOUR WIFE!"

--Liz