Creature of Habit?

She is cunning, that Mama, I've got to hand it to her.

I've tried to conduct a bit of guerilla crying (ostensibly there's no reason, so they both agonise over it, hihi), just for fun. After trying everything for a few days (and I mean EVERYTHING!), Mama thought she might as well try what she had vowed never to: a routine. Not being a creature of habit herself, it goes very much against the grain, but I could see that the crying was getting to her, so I was willing to play along. Ha! As if...

But I must admit that so far, I actually quite do like it. So for the past 3 days, I've had my dinner at the same time as most Danes (6 pm), then a nice bath, followed by a good crying session, a battle of wills, some random spitting out of dummies just to make them run down the stairs a dozen times (it's good for the heart!)... Finally, I take pity on them and fall asleep.

Well, it's well worth it, as last night I had the most amazing dream: I dreamt that Mama fed me when she went to bed, WHILE I WAS ASLEEP. Surely that can't be! I then sleep like the proverbial baby until 5:30, where I wake up full of energy. The same cannot be said for Mama. So I try to charm her with some Class-A smiles, but although she loves my dimples, she finally puts me back into my bed after I've eaten my full. And there I sleep until almost 9 am.

My new trick? I don't DO naps... I wonder how she'll work around that one?