Unlike Shelli who is a converted fan of daylight savings time, I am not loving this new time thingy. Quinn had been going down without a peep with the nice, dark 7ish skies. Now the sun isn’t set yet and it is much rougher to get her to give in to the power. It’s also sad to drag her sleepy self out of bed an hour before she (or anyone else in the house) wants to get up. Wah! I imagine we will adjust, but it is just going to get brighter and brighter out — not that we have any control over that.
Last night when I put her in the PnP — after a little more rocking than usual — I thought she was going to pass out, but then popped to a stand. Once she’s standing, it tends to all be bad news. She never lays down from a stand. As an experiment, I gave her extra smooches, told her good-night and walked away. She started whining and crying. Then she whimpered. Then a few minutes later there was silence. She. Fell. Asleep. On. Her. Own. Can you believe it?