Miss Rebecca hasn't been keeping to any discernible schedule these past few days, and she's slobbering all over the place. Her naps, when she eventually takes them, have been longer, but getting her down is a feat I don't always seem to manage. And the nights . . . the terrible, terrible nights.
Tuesday night was rough. Before finally passing out between us, she pushed up on Rich and stood for a few seconds in the middle of our bed. I think she was as surprised as anyone. Then there was more tossing and turning before she said, "Good Girl," finally passing out between us. She wasn't in the crib as long as usual before waking up repeatedly during the night, and never quite settled.
We all need a good nap.
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