Lili and I are having a bit of a battle of wills. She doesn't know this, which is probably why she is winning. Sharon, I love ya, but I am tired. On three of the six nights since I started refusing mid-night snacks to Lili, she has decided that playtime is just as good as snacktime. Anywhere from 3:30 a.m. on, she wakes up, coos, laughs, gurgles, cries a bit, blows raspberries, kicks fiercly and rolls around like a crazy person until the break of dawn. Life was easier when I was just giving her the milk and sending her back to sleep.
I think I have been beaten at this game by a six month old cutie britches. Last night when she woke up, I didn't even bother to look at the clock. I just gave her the milk and then went back to sleep. (And she did too...until 8:30!!) Today I am happy and rested again. So judge me if you will, but I have decided that with a looming trip to the US, with hours on a plane followed by jetlag and confusion, this is not the time to make a stand. It is time to get some sleep any way it will come. I am admitting defeat...but only temporarily. This girl WILL sleep through the night one day. (I'm talking about me!)
I will soon post pics and info about our lovely long weekend away in Bluestone. What a lovely time we had, despite Lili's late-night antics!
1 comment:
If we actually had kids, Keary would have to be the mid-night bottle giver. He's up at random times all night long anyway -- he gets up to play PS3 poker, to take a bath, to watch the sunrise, to look for the cats, to watch shows he recorded days ago on the DVR...
Good luck with all that.
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