Bedtime

Dylan had a good night the past couple of nights and kindly let me sleep in. Snuffy's groomer, however, called the house at 7 freaking 15 in the morning. How nice of them to let me know his appointment was cancelled.

Aaron went to give blood the other day. They give you a free movie certificate, then screen you. He had been to the Dominican Republic too recently, so could not actually give blood. He proudly spoke about how he would have given a double dose, had he been able to donate, all the while scurrying away with his coupon.

So, about bedtime. It has changed our lives. It's like she was suddenly programmed to fall asleep between 8 and 9. And she really puts herself to sleep every night. And the reflux is a lot better. So instead of MAYBE getting her down at midnight, if we're lucky, plus another hour and a half of holding her upright, we can just put her down at 8:30 and go about our business. It's awesome. I hope it lasts. She's not as good at going to sleep for naps, but she's getting better if we time it right. If we keep her home in the morning she also still takes a nice morning nap. If we don't then she muddles along on 20-minute cat naps all day at daycare, then sacks out in the evening when she gets home. Which does not work as well for getting her to bed. I actually think she could go to bed a little sooner, but her naps have to work out right.

It's been snowing here every day. There used to be a sidewalk plow that would troll the neighborhood, but it hasn't been out yet. It is fairly hard to walk Snuffy down a lot of streets and I'm not even sure I could run right now.