Last night Emerson fell asleep for a nap around 6:30pm. So I figured maybe she would go to bed at a reasonable time tonight. Once she woke up she was rubbing her eyes so I took her upstairs to get some pjs on. I put Little E. in her crib so she could wind down while I got things ready. Apparently the crib renewed her energy and it looks like I should take down those bumpers.
She thought standing would be much more fun. Isn't this crib a teether anyways?
You seriously thought I was going to sleep? Ha!!
There is sooo much fun stuff in my room.
Emerson even read herself a bedtime story.
NO SLEEP, NO SLEEP!
Trying to look innocent.
Ahhhh!! I'm outta here!
Looks like her new tooth coming in left it's mark. Oops!
4 hours later at 10:45 she is still up and attempting to help her Dad with his Halloween costume. When it reached 11pm I thought this was getting a little out of hand. So I rocked her, gave her the magic seahorse, and nothing. Finally I placed her in her crib, fingers crossed she wouldn't just get up and chew the corner off. I checked on her 3 times in the next 20 minutes. She was awake but contently laying there looking around. Finally around 11:30 she was curled up in the corner asleep on her belly. So maybe I'm the culprit in this month long sleep fiasco? Tonight we ARE starting a new bedtime routine. The plan is to wind down around 8:30, read a story, rock a little bit, then leave her in the crib. I will report back later.























Remember when Emerson was this itty bitty? It's hard for me to even picture it. She seems small to me now but is almost triple her birth size.