and it doesn't look good. I've sorta known for awhile that we are destined to end up as "that family" on Nanny 911 (I'm actually more of a Supernanny fan, myself). I think anyone who has met our lovable, but poorly trained, dog Porter knows this. Neither Ryan or I are disciplinarians, in fact, we're both sorta pushovers. On top of that, we have the world's most silly-crazy, aggressive, and opinionated daughter. And, on top of that, I like my sleep--so I'll do whatever allows me the most of it, including spooning my daughter until she is 13 if that is what is necessary. Then, on the tippity-top, I'm not really a "self-starter." I have trouble doing anything but just hanging out and playing with Maizey when we're together. So, for me to get a structured routine going is kinda optimistic. I mean, she has a routine, it's just that it's not a very good one, and it usually includes: a bath, a book, a bottle, and an intense hour (or so) of sleep negotiations. The negotiations usually wrap-up when Maizey starts what I call her "drunk crawl." Where, because she is so over-tired, she crawls around the bed aimlessly and falls over and gets up and falls over again until she falls over for the last time, so exhausted that she can't get up again and passes out like a crazy, drunk frat boy who doesn't want the party to end.
So, you're wondering, how did I glimpse our future? Well, it was during one of my ultra-motivated moments today while Maizey was asleep and I was watching Nanny 911. The poor family had 4 children, including two toddler boys. It was in those boys that I saw Maizey's crazy eyes, the look that she gets when she's really over-tired but screaming and laughing and bouncing around. The look she has after I've been trying to get her to sleep for an hour, or more. The look she has when she's pulling my hair and saying "dadadadadadadada" over and over. I love my little diva, even if she's hard to put to bed, but those little toddler boys on TV scared the ba-jeebers out of me, they scared Maizey right out of our bed and into her crib (starting next quarter). I know my sister is somewhere reading this, thinking "yeah, right" but I will really start being more structured and disciplined starting next quarter (which is just over a month away), and Maizey will start sleeping in her crib. Life feels a little crazy when you are sure that your 9.5month old is manipulating you.
It's going to be hard, but it has to happen. What I'm going to miss the most is crawling into bed and snuggling up to my warm, little baby. When, even if she is in the deepest of sleeps, she reaches her arm out and feels for my face and then reorients her body to mine, so that she can have her feet against my belly. And, sometimes, on the most special nights, when she holds my face in her hot, little hands and sleeps that way until she wakes up in her quiet and calm happy, smiley, morning-mood. Ugh, she's too cute.
This is what it requires to get her to fall asleep.
Our trip to the Children's Museum with Auntie Beth and Cousin Harper.

Aggressive? No, not my baby.
