Waking

The lovely child decided at 4:00 AM that she was awake for good. All attempts to cajole her back to bed ended in spectacular failure. So I brought her downstairs for cereal and milk (it was either that or a frontal lobotomy) and positioned her highchair outside the bathroom so I could shower.

At 5:30 or so, I finally convinced her to give sleep another shot. "We're just going to sway here," I told her in the nursery and turned off the lights. Eventually she put her head on my shoulder. Then I ran through the list of everyone who was sleeping: Mama, Grandma, Tulip, Lori, Jodie, Anja, Jen, Scott, Grandpa, Elmo, Santa, Jesus, etc. "Can I lay you down on your tummy?"

"Yeah."

Julie woke her up at 7:15.

Now it's 8:00 PM and Julie's up there with her again. Lyla just randomly started crying without any clear reason and did not want to be put back to bed. We're starting to think she's having bad dreams. Yikes.