Tiring the child

I remember last summer at the Dunes our main concern was to maintain a semblance of Lyla's normal sleeping schedule so that she would be an accommodating and sane baby. This time we've decided we don't care. We tire her ass out, and then we put her to bed when it's convenient for us. So far, it's working.

From the beach today:




Here Lyla and Mama are taking turns hiding from each other.


And here she is going "Dump dump dump!" with my uncle Jim.


So after a couple relaxed attempts to get Lyla to sleep on her cot in the sand, we just let her not sleep. We left the beach around 3:00 and headed up the 120 or so stairs to the cabin and our car. On the way back to our hotel to shower and regroup before dinner (regroup = Hot-N-Ready at Little Caesar's), Lyla fell fast asleep. She's still asleep as I type this in our hotel room, two hours later. We'll probably have to wake her up for dinner.

Oh yes, and the Hot-N-Ready? We ate it in the lobby with the baby monitor next to us.