I think we’ve entered the land of bedtime delay tactics. Carrie is *just* falling asleep, two hours after we kissed her goodnight – the first time. First it was “Mommy, Carrie a diaper change!” which was legit. Then she was sobbing “Carrie more hungry” over and over. I decided to take her at her word – despite the fact that she ate well today – and bring her down for a few crackers. After a snack, some water, and a quick toothbrushing, she was back in her crib. A bit later, it was “Daddy, Carrie a diaper change!”, which turned out to not be necessary. A while after that she started screaming something about a boo-boo and needing ice. We didn’t find any boo-boos, of course. Finally, after one more desperate plea for a diaper change she finally settled down.
Total number of trips upstairs by both Denis and myself to get her down: 11. I really hope this is a fluke, because I am *so* not doing this tomorrow night!