Lullaby and goodnight

The bedtime routine has taken on a whole new dimension. Now instead of books, bottle, songs and bed we have books, bottle, songs and "I want daddy."

We shouldn't give in. But after daddy carries her downstairs to "help" make a second bottle (which she doesn't really want and wont drink) she ever so sweetly lies down in her bed and goes to sleep. So who's really winning here? The alternative is 45 minutes of uninterrupted screaming followed by exactly the same routine. And daddy feels pretty routinely underappreciated, so he's kind of enjoying being in demand.

When she's 16 and behaving like a total monster, will I really look back and think "It all started with letting her have that second bottle?

And the Oscar goes to.....

On the plus side, drop-off this morning was only slightly soggy and mournful. Beats the full-scale screaming and wailing of last week.

Faker.

I have reports that 5 minutes after drop off she's be-bopping around the room without a care in the world.

But still. We're halfway to school and that pathetic little voice drifts over the backseat: "I want to go back. I want to go back home. I want to stay with momma." And momma is this close to turning the car right around and going back home with her girl.

Two years old and she's playing me like a harp. And I wouldn't have it any other way.