We went to visit Rick’s mom this weekend to do Christmas with her. Mallory was awesome the whole weekend and was a great traveler; she didn’t need any Monsters Inc or silly kids music to keep her happy the whole trip down or home. But Mallory got all of a 40 minute nap today and was awake by 11.15a, when she normally goes down for a 2-ish hour nap at 11.30a, so she is beyond tired right now. She is standing at the door in her room (where she is baby-gated in) crying for me, pleading “MOOOOOMMMMMMYYYY”.
Normally when she is crying at her door, I am able to tune it out and let her cry herself to sleep – she will either fall asleep on the floor right inside her door, or (as happened on Friday night) she will get into bed and cry for us from there (we didn’t put the gate up that night – she just stayed in bed crying “mommy! daddy!” for 20 minutes before passing out…Rick and I are still trying to figure that one out. And Saturday morning she didn’t come find us at 4a like she normally does, she just started crying from her bed…so bizarre). And it’s easier to ignore her when I know we’ve done our normal routine and she is just being a stubborn two-year-old refusing to go to bed.
Anyway, tonight I know she’s tired and I feel as though I should help her fall asleep since we screwed up her naps & bedtimes with our travel. Plus, my dad showed up after bath time tonight so that threw our routine off a little too. I know she needs to sleep so I’m debating bringing her up to bed with me – Rick is at his hockey game so there is no one here to tell me not to bring her upstairs. But it’s only 7.30p and I can’t go to bed this early. Well, I COULD go to bed this early, but I should really put some laundry away and unpack our bag from our trip. I’m trying to lay low and quiet so hopefully Mallory will fall asleep, and am thus blogging instead of doing laundry and unpacking.
She has been quiet for a few minutes, but I think I can still hear her sucking away on her pacifier so that means she is still standing in her doorway, just daring me to make a move where she could see me and then the crying will start all over again.