This is evidenced by that last blog entry. It seems that I had a bad case of the Mondays.
The big-girl bed is a work in progress. Nap times seem to be going smoothly, but not so for night-night.
Last night, Katie kept getting out of bed to ask me to put a blanket on her. This lasted from 9pm until close to 11pm. It was, like, every 15 minutes or so, or just enough time to allow me to fall into a light sleep.
She has a new tactic for getting me out of bed.
I had just fallen asleep last night and I was starting to dream. I felt something on my hand. I thought to myself in my dream, "That doesn't feel like my hand. Something is touching me." My dreaming mind thought it could be a snake or a zombie. Some kind of appendage.
I open my eyes and not 5 inches from my face is Katie, just staring at me. It was like a scene out of 'A.I. Artificial Intelligence'. CUH-REEEEEPIE. (I'm guessing not many saw that movie. I actually liked it.)
It weirded me out, man.
It occurred to me this morning that right now we are spending a lot of effort to get her to stay in her room for sleep time. Then years and years from now, when she hits the teenage years, we'll be wondering if she will ever again come OUT of her room.
