Last Night

Last night wasn't a horrible night, but it wasn't a great one either. She started in the pack 'n play wearing a footed sleeper and covered with a blanket. She woke up at 1am, crying and FREEZING cold. I gave her a bottle and she slept with me the rest of the night. I guess I didn't pack a warm enough sleeper. Maybe I'll have to bring those sleep sacks when I come to Florence. When she was younger she couldn't sleep in the co-sleeper because she'd always wake up like an icicle so I sorta had a feeling it would happen again.

She didn't sleep too horribly the rest of the night. She woke me once at 6am and it was basically to tell me to get away. She'll sleep in the same bed with me as long as we're not touching. It's pretty funny. She'll push me away. And to think, when she was younger, she used to start off on one side of the bed and end up smashed against my armpit. I guess those days are WAY over.

We ended up getting up at 7:45am because someone made a stinky. It was nasty. She's become so hard to change anymore. I guess she can probably roll back to front, but the only time she ever attempts it is when a diaper change is occurring. Now she's in the jumperoo and reaching the end of her patience. Time for a bottle and she'll go back to sleep for a hour.