Cinderella

I think Coralyn got confused last night. I think she thought she was Cinderella and that at the strike of midnight she needed to be a totally different person than who she was just hours before. She had a "ball" at the Women's Free For All. I was kind of nervous taking her, figuring she would be squirmy and loud. However, she behaved really well, as long as I let her walk around in the back. No problem; I was able to sing and worship and hear everything that was going on and was really blessed. We had lots of fun too. For about twenty minutes Coralyn would put her head down on the ground with her butt up in the air, like she wanted to do a headstand or somersault. So, I would pull up her legs, make sure she was pointing her toes (gotta make her daddy proud), and then flip her legs over. Almost immediately she would roll over and get into position again, ready for another headstand. After about 10 headstands I thought she might be getting tired of having the blood rush to her head, so I switched it up and helped her do a somersault. She seemed to like that just as much. I seriously think we might have a future gymnast on our hands. Anyway, she was all smiles and having lots of fun and being super cute.

We get home, get ready for bed, and she went to sleep with no problem. Then, mysteriously, at the strike of midnight, she wakes up. We figure she will go back to sleep right away since she had a full day and has to be tired. Nope. She starts screaming. She has figured out how to reach her arm out of her crib and open the door (it doesn't really latch that well), so we hear her loud and clear. It's as if she is just waiting for us to come and rescue her. We wait. After a bit, Lawrence goes in to lay her back down and remind her that it is time to sleep. I say a quick prayer, Lawrence comes back to bed, and all is quiet...for about 5 minutes. Then, Coralyn's up again, screaming her head off. I mean, she was M.A.D. When she didn't quiet down, I went in to console her and then lay her right back down. Somehow she had managed to take off her pajama pants. We got those back on, rubbed some salve on her chest to help with her congestion, and said a little prayer. As soon as I lay her down, she rolls over and pulls herself up on the side of the crib. I lay her back down, tell her I love her, and leave. Again, we wait for her to calm down and go to sleep. She doesn't. Lawrence goes in again and repeatedly lays her down. As I wait in the bedroom, I think to myself, "where did my sweet little girl go?" She is royally ticked off and letting us know it! I mean, she was a completely different child. I don't know how she went from all smiles and being so cute and funny to yelling at the top of her lungs. I have no idea where she gets this stubbornness or fiery temper! ;) Finally, at 1 am, she surrenders and goes to sleep.

This morning she is her cute, adorable, happy little self. Let's hope that tonight she doesn't hear any clocks chiming.