Click me!
My daughter is (hopefully) in the last throws of her nightly show of defiance towards bed time. The moments between cries of “Daddy….DADDY!” are growing longer and the strength of the cries are growing weaker.
It’s been a day full of tantrums and distractions around the house. After a long day of party-party-party yesterday, we finally got back to the house just west of nine-thirty. My daughter, amazingly, had opted not to sleep on the ride home and was in full protest mode last night when we put her down. Around eleven thirty, I went into her room and laid her down next to me on the floor. By a quarter after midnight, she was finally asleep and I put her in her crib.
Our surprise was huge when she woke up just after six in the morning. We took her into bed with us, which bought us another hour of sleep.
During the course of the day, she took a half hour nap while I was stollering her around town. Other than that, no nap was asked for, and none was taken.
My wife and I could have used the sleep.
