Let me tell you a little story. A story about how Jeremy and I were determined not to let having a baby ruin our social life. Too much. Spoiler Alert: we were dumb.
We are very lucky. Avery is [99.98% of the time] a perfect angel when we go places. We get comments all the time about how well-behaved and smiley she is. It takes all my self-control not to laugh in their face. Because she is not as well-behaved at home.
I’m really here to talk about bedtime. And how it is the toughest part of the day. Because we suck. We had a really loose bedtime routine. We let Avery lead the way. When she showed the telltale signs of being tired we would start getting her ready. Sometimes bedtime would take 45 minutes of screaming and frustration. Sometimes we would be out with friends and she would fall asleep in the car on the way home. Then bedtime was totally effed. So much inconsistency.
The last straw was a couple of weeks ago. Some nights she wouldn’t get to sleep until 11:30. Miserable. We needed a change. Big time.
Here was the new plan: Starts around 8pm
- watch a little Sprout
- brush teeth
- read some books in the living room
Avery has always been a night owl. So we don’t mind putting her to bed a little later than what most people think is normal. Plus we usually get up around 9-9:30. It works for us.
We started on a Monday. And it has gone really well. Friday we had softball, so the routine started a little later and we rushed a little through each step. But it was good to have the consistency. On Thursday she even crawled away from me during story time yelled for Jeremy and said “nigh nigh.” She told us she wanted to go to bed!! It’s been a week, but I’m calling it a win.
Now to keep her in her crib all night…