Sleep, Shotguns, and Shopping

If someone could tell me what in the world Miss Peanut Butter was thinking last night at 1:20 am, please enlighten me. She was crying, I checked in on her, gave her a change, and she was not having being put back in the crib. I brought her to bed at which point she decided that it must be play time. Mama's hair is so fun, ooh an ear. "HI!" Then I hear her sliding off the end of the bed and running down the hallway. I catch her and put her in the crib and say by the love of sam, you will just have to cry it out. Cry it out she did. J couldn't take it anymore after about 30 min. He says it was an hour, but I refused to look at the clock and realize just how much sleep I already lost. He ended up sleeping on the twin bed in her room. I have a feeling we are in for some of the same tonight. She moved to a new age level at daycare, surprisingly she seemed to manage ok today, but she has a full day tomorrow, we'll see how that goes.
I had to shoot some guns for work today. I used to be so intimidated by the shotgun, I now prefer to shoot that one than the one you really have to aim. I think my site was off on that one they were all clumped together to the left of where I was aiming. It was a little weird this year, before I had PB, I was on the response squad and we shot guns all the time and which is why the shot gun no longer has my #. But I quit after Miss PB and only shoot once a year now. I am actually feeling the effects of not being as familiar with the guns.
I must head over to amazon and order some B-Day presents for Peanut Butter. I'm sure she is going to love Pacifiers are not Forever and Teeth are Not for Biting. I'm sure I'll find some good stuff too.