Everyone from birth class to experienced mothers have told us that newborns are pretty unpredictable. They're new enough to the world that routines are fairly meaningless, so it's best to 'go with the flow' of the new-to-the-world baby.
We've taken that to heart, but this week Lisa has noticed a pattern that is sinking deep into our parental consciousness.
It seems that when we take Anna out in the evening and keep her out fairly late (past dark), she has a terrible time settling down for some sack time.
On Thursday we took the birthday boy's daughter to Gene and Sue's for some homemade pizza (courtesy of the birthday boy) and delicious chocolate cake (courtesy of Grandma Sue Sue). Anna, it seemed, was having a nice time sleeping on his Grandma Weezie, being held by Great Grandma Hattie, and hanging with his cousins Ava and Rowan. She ate some, she slept some, she played some. All good, right?
How do you explain, then, that she fussed and cried till past 2am? Her mother's instinct is that too many strange arms, excitement, and who knows what else seems to keep her unsettled longer into the evening.
Finally after trying to put her down for the umpteenth time, I scooped her up and made a spot in the bed next to me, and we fell asleep. I was in a really uncomfortable position, but, hey, you have to sacrifice for the next generation, right? Beats listening to the horse cries of a cranky little girl.
Speaking of which, here's a picture of her cranky puss yesterday. Yesterday and last night went much better by the way. We were home by dark.
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