So, Miss M had a playdate here at the house yesterday. Which I had prepared for by frantically cleaning and organizing for the previous week and through the weekend. (I won't mention how it looks now.

) Miss M has never had anyone over for a playdate before; needless to say, she was excited. She woke up at 6am and graciously let mommy and daddy sleep in until 8am.
She stalked the front window most of the afternoon. When her friend arrived, they had a blast creating chaos from 2-5pm. Now, let me interject with this little tidbit: you know the type of kids who have fallen asleep during their meals or in strollers, etc? That's
not Miss M. She's not had a nap since shortly after she turned 2.

She does go to bed relatively early but from sunrise until then, it's motormouth and non-stop GO GO GO. So, when her friend leaves, she goes and flops on the sofa, mentions that it was the "best day of her life" and then yawns. Shortly thereafter, she didn't want to eat her dinner (pasta with marinara, which is like totally not like her to turn down any meal containing any variation of noodles) and says she wants to go to bed. This was the immediate expression on hubs' and my faces

followed by:

She was in bed by 6:15. I warned hubs she'd be up early.
We go to bed at 1am -- like total idiots -- and get woken up by the overhead light being turned on at 3:30am and what appeared to be a blurry version of my child sticking her finger on her front tooth whilst saying something I couldn't understand until my brain kicked into "barely functioning" mode and I took my earplugs out. She had chosen that very-appropriate hour to show us her loose front tooth.