When DD was about a year old, she was just kind of crying off and on in her crib while I was trying to get her to go to sleep. I looked in once and saw that she was laying there, just fine.
So after about 3 hours of trying to be strong and not go in there (but talking to her through the door, "Now go to sleep honey" in a meaner and meaner tone of voice) and let her fall asleep on her own, I open the door and the overhead light is on bright! It looks like noon, not midnight! No wonder she wouldn't go to sleep!
So after about 3 hours of trying to be strong and not go in there (but talking to her through the door, "Now go to sleep honey" in a meaner and meaner tone of voice) and let her fall asleep on her own, I open the door and the overhead light is on bright! It looks like noon, not midnight! No wonder she wouldn't go to sleep!
..got grounded for that one too. Surprsingly my brother is still normal after growing up with me as a big sister
I fixed it for her. But instead of grabbing the cinammon off the spice rack, I grabbed the garlic powder (not on purpose!!)
