Despite being only 11 months old, Babykins has definite opinions. One of the things she often has an opinion about is going to sleep. If she's ready for bed, she'll be out in seconds, lying limply in my arms as her pacifier falls out of her mouth. If she's decided that staying up would be more fun, though, Babykins has a large arsenal of tricks to keep herself awake.
If going to bed were a chess match, it would go something like this:
Enter room, get comfy on bed. Babykins refuses to nurse.
Mommykins knows she's in trouble, but foolishly remains optimistic.
Babykins shakes head back and forth.
Mommykins counters by stroking Babykins' forehead. Watch out, Pawn, you're in trouble now!
Babykins grabs Mommykins' hand and, with a strength that no baby should have, holds it still. Mommykins' Knight leaves the board.
Mommykins retaliates by singing, very quietly and soothingly, her full repertoire of Disney songs. Take that, Rook!
Babykins slowly closes her eyes to lull Mommykins into a false sense of security, then with a great heave rolls off Mommykins' lap. Goodbye, Bishop.
But Mommykins isn't out of the game yet. She pulls out the big guns, gently rubbing Babykins' back where she lies on the bed.
Babykins can't be stopped. She counters by rolling across the bed, with complete disregard for the edges of the mattress. She's stalking Mommykins' Queen with finesse.
Mommykins dips into her bag of tricks and once again tries nursing Babykins. Babykins' eyes begin to close and her breathing slows. Check!!
But just when Mommykins thinks she's won, Babykins slowly reaches up her hand, pops her pacifier out of her mouth, throws it across the room with all her might, and looks up at Mommykins with a mischievous grin. Check and Mate!
At which point Mommykins graciously admits defeat and returns Babykins to the living room and her toys. You may have won today, Babykins, but we will meet again.
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