Daylight Savings Time Can Shove It.

When you're childless, Daylight Savings Time means you get to sleep an extra hour.

When you're a parent, it means you lose one. Or two, since Adelyn's cacophony of "blahh.. blaaaaahh.. DADA... aahhh... hmm... MAMA... bllllaaaaah" started at, oh, around 4:30 a.m. Did she just, like, know? Know that the hour formerly reserved for sleep was gone? And that it would be a fun time to wake up an hour earlier than she normally would?

(For the record, Jason let me sleep in. But still.)

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My, Oh My How Things Have Changed.

Adelyn has never been the most enthusiastic napper. Sure, once she's out she'll stay out for a good amount of time. It's the getting-her-there part that's always been a little tricky. Her babysitter always tell me how easily she falls asleep at her house. For me, though? It usually takes a few tries, a few rounds of head rubbin', until she gives in to the sleepiness. And now that crawling is imminent--she's taken the first few steps but still hasn't mastered doing it for more than a brief moment--nap-time has become even more complicated. I usually give her five minutes to fuss before I go upstairs to rub her head some more, and now each time she's worked her way into a different part of the crib. She's in a different position and even more awake at every single five minute interval. And she's so freaking cute that I can't help but laugh, which makes her laugh right back, and surely laughing isn't a great way to get the whole "I'm mom, what I say goes" thing across.

You can see for yourself what I'm up against.

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