Day 153: Rough Night

Not sure what is going on these days. Perhaps she isn't napping enough. Maybe she got up on the wrong side of the crib. Perhaps she's just a growing baby who gets crabby. Every other night, it seems (sometimes every night), Sivan starts to lose her cool right before dinner.

I will put her in the living room with all of the fun toys so I can grab a few minutes of cooking in the kitchen. That's not what she wants, of course, so she will crawl into the kitchen and attach herself to my leg. So we do this. 

That worked for a short while...

But then this started to happen. Luckily dinner was ready so we sat to eat. It didn't matter how much rice, General Tso's chicken, or broccoli she shoved into her face/tossed to the ground/smoothed all over herself, she was having none of it. So we said adieu to big sis and daddy and headed upstairs for bed. 

At this point, I committed the cardinal sins of changing her diaper and putting on her pajamas. Oh how she carried on. Clearly it was time for bedtime, stat.