I'll Try Harder After A Third Dance With Stanley

Prepare thyself to judge me ... I haven't even tried to get Mila to sleep in her own bed since hockey was on my television all of the time. Listen, I know it makes me a slacker parent, but playoff hockey cannot be interrupted. Small children who are supposed to go to sleep at some point around the first period either need to go to sleep quickly or adapt. I missed an entire game early in the playoffs battling with her to go to sleep. After that, I chose my battles a little more carefully. Or rather, let's say Mila chose to adapt by laying on the couch and falling asleep whenever she wanted because hockey. I was watching hockey.

So, hockey ended (With another Stanley Cup, thank you very much! Clearly my parenting choices led to that outcome.). In theory, the "go ahead and sleep on the couch just don't talk to me" shenanigans should have ended as well. They didn't, though, because Mila is a force to be reckoned with and sometimes I just don't feel like reckoning.

It's okay, though. I had a plan.

I had a plan that I would bust out ye old toddler bed and that would be the end of Mila running the bedtime show. 

For the record, Mila never did crawl out of her crib. She will stack chairs in the kitchen to crawl on top of the fridge, but for reasons I'll never know, she considered the crib to be an inescapable cage. That's part of why I waited to dig out the toddler bed - it seems like the sort of thing you go to out of desperation. But cages only work if the kid goes into them in the first place, so...

I kept putting off the toddler bed switch, but then I decided the time was right. I talked it up and made a big deal out of it and YOU GUYS, MILA WAS SO EXCITED. She crawled into that bed and tried to stay there all day on Sunday. She would have put her pajamas on and gone to bed at 2:00 in the afternoon if I had let her. 

I, of course, didn't.

But when 8:30 rolled around, I did expect that she would at least be a little interested in her fancy new bed.

News flash: she wasn't.

The kid who spent the whole day eagerly anticipating sleeping in her new bed has since talked about sleeping in that new bed endlessly. Constantly. SO OFTEN. She will only lay in it up until about 7:00, though. Then she turns into her usual couch-demanding self.

And it's all my fault. 

But, hey, at least I get to cuddle with a tiny little sleeping person. That is a definite upside.