This is the second night in a row that I
time it where I think it's a "perfect"
time to put Ava to sleep and I do our
routine and feed her and 1/2 through her
bottle she just spits it out, crawls up to
my chest and starts bouncing, laughing,
and talking 100 mph. Last night I tried
to put her to sleep for literally hours,
so tonight I say screw it. She's playing
with the Sprite bottles on the kitchen
floor. I'll let her wear herself out.
