Baby Evie* loves her brother so much that she pitches a fit when we take her back to her room for a nap, even when she's exhausted. This morning, I skipped the ear-piercing event all together in order to get some chores done around the house. We had to leave at 9:45 anyway, so I'd be getting her up from her nap early, assuming I could manage to get her down.
Imagine my surprise when I glanced into the living room and saw this
Crazy child went to sleep with Sesame Street blaring and brother bouncing all over the room--the blinds are wide open and morning light was pouring in--so much for blackout shades helping babies sleep.
I stopped the laundry and the (poor attempt at) tidying up and took a few pictures. Go ahead and admire her comb over. We love it.
There she is by her favorite person in the world. He loves her too, he'd just prefer she not touch his stuff.
I just let her sleep in there, with none of the remorse, worry, or guilt I would have experienced with Spencer about the bad sleep habits were had or were currently establishing. We are getting. through. the. day. And that is all. It cracked me up that at some point she actually rolled over, and remained--or put herself back to--sleep. So she can do it! Just not the six or seven times she wakes up at night for no reason.
She's such a little lady, even during nap time. Look at her little legs all crossed. The patchwork blanket was mine when I was a baby. My great grandmother made it for me. It's held up pretty well, but it does smell like moth balls now. It's been washed on hot ten million times. Please don't tell me if moth balls have been shown to have some neurotoxicity or anything, I have purposely refrained from googling it. She doesn't sleep with it or anything. Well, until today.
I eventually put her in her car seat and we left the house to do stuff for her big brother all morning. She didn't seem to mind one bit--the perfect illustration of the phrase "just along for the ride."
*We pronounce it "Evie" with the same beginning vowel sound as "Evelyn." If that doesn't help, think "Evie" as in "Drove my Chevy to the levy." You're welcome.