Last night I slept on the floor.

And it was the second night in a row.

And no, it wasn’t becuase I put my foot in my mouth in an extremely grandious and AM-infuriating way.

My daughter’s sleep has been troubled these last few days.  And we’ve been troubled because of it.  My daughter is currently in her DLG phase (Daddy’s Little Girl), so nothing and no one seems to settle her completely as I do, much to the regret of my back.

The wierdest part came last night, when she wouldn’t sleep in the crib, pitched a royal fit when I tried to put her in bed with us, and finally only settled down when she was allowed to snuggle with me under my blanket on the floor of her room.

Where she slept until 8:30 AM this morning.

We’ve got an odd kid.