How Baby

Momo is going through some sort of sleep regression related to being able to get out of her bed whenever she wants, and she refuses to grasp the concept of just lying down and going to sleep. We’re back to the land of the three hour bedtime, folks. I didn’t think we’d be back here, but here we are.

I’m not really super good at the usual advice in this situation, which is ‘calmly put her back in her bed without engaging, as many times as necessary’ – like, there’s like three separate things I am bad at in that sentence alone. My adopted strategy is to wheedle a promise to stay in bed and then being very put out at her immediate and inevitable betrayal, which is not a fun summer look.