Maybe it's a blessing in disguise but it feels like the curse from the blackest lagoon...Julia has stopped letting us rock her to sleep/semi-sleep. Yep. She had been doing so well...going down after a bottle without a peep but now she won't stay in our laps for longer than two minutes before she wiggles out and off on a great adventure to find "see" and splash in toilet water. Instead...we are forced (or else I'm convinced she would literally never ever sleep) to plop her in her crib, run out of the room as she kicks her little legs as hard as she can against the mattress, flashes her (very scary) two front v e r y g a p p e d teeth, arches her back in serious protest and then proceeds to put on an impressive show of blood curdling screams crying out for a savior for 5 minutes before she settles in for a nice nap/night.
The bright sides to this nasty new habit are that she wakes up a whole lot later (probably due to the cardio sesh/tuckering out she subjects herself to by way of full body tantrum) and a whole lot happier in the morning...which is a welcome change from the usual death glares I am normally greeted with upon bebe from crib retrieval. I'm sure deep down Julia is just being a selfless little big sister to be and knows that soon we won't have time for loooooong pre-nap and pre-bed coddle sessions but the small, non-heartless part of me hates this new routine and I really hope it can come to a non-dramatic ending very, very soon.
now...go and carry on with your more exciting life. this is what is going on in mine.