Move

Lyla has begun to wake up once per night, usually at around 2:00, to feed. Otherwise she sleeps like a, well, baby. So we're attempting to move Lyla to the crib tonight. Her bassinet is becoming like Bruce Banner's shirt seconds after he gets really angry.

Once you see her in the crib, though, she looks ridiculously small.


I'm not sure this will work. What if she's agoraphobic?

I am distracted at the moment. Currently the weather forecast calls for temperatures of 20-below tomorrow with wind-chills exceeding 30-below. Schools all over are closing (the night before!), but mine has not. I keep clicking over to another window to refresh a local news school closings page. Nothing yet.

All I know is that if Lyla was in school, I'd want them closed on a day like tomorrow. Of course, I'm biased as a person who wants the day off. Perhaps other parents in the district would prefer to throw their kids in snowsuits and kick them out the door to get frostbite in under three minutes. I doubt it. I bet they're all at their computers or watching the news, waiting, waiting.

Still nothing! I can't believe it. Oh well.

[Sigh.]

Still nothing.

Boo.