Friday

We are living in some kind of alternate universe where if the baby is tired and it is explained to the baby that it is time to go to sleep she just...goes to sleep. Without even any of her usual thrashing and yammering. She just stays put, closes her eyes, and drifts off. The explaining part is key, especially in the middle of the night, which is so odd to me since she doesn't demonstrate real understanding beyond her standard tricks all that often.

Today we had all been playing on the floor in her room. Dylan took off for parts unknown while Aaron and I were slow to get up from where we had beached ourselves on the rug. I mentioned that I thought Snuffy's water dish might still be on the ground, ripe for the flipping, and sure enough a few seconds later we heard gleeful splashing. Alas, it was from the toilet.

Dylan's teachers told me today they think Dylan is more aware of what's going on than kids usually are at this age. One of the factors leading to this determination is that she will sit there and yell at the other babies and move their hands when they try to, for example, rattle the cabinet handles when she feels it is still her time to stand there rattling away. Knowing what's going on may be a good thing in the long run, but I think, as with Snuffy, that for someone who has little control over what happens to them it is probably going to make a lot of things more frustrating and difficult than they would be otherwise. Like, perhaps, starting daycare.

Remember Aaron's classic post from his job orientation a couple months ago? They had a retreat today so I'm hoping to get a little reprise out of him over the weekend. The job is working out wonderfully though, so that's cool.