…where jack sometimes does stuff, but mostly not

It’s been a long, strange weekend.

For reasons unkown to me, Daphne’s sleep schedule is waaaay messed up. She is normally not such a regular sleeper, but this has been really bizarre. Yesterday, she refused to go down for a nap until nearly 2:00 P.M. (she is usually finished with her nap by then). This did not bode well for getting to sleep on time last night.

Nevertheless, she woke up at the usual time this morning, and I thought, “a-ha! she is low on sleep now, and shall surely be ready for a nap at her usual 11:20, and I can take her swimming when the pool opens at 1:00!”

Instead, she proved so resistant to sleep that we ended up driving around North Liberty and Coralville for nearly an hour, hoping for the much celebrated Road Trip Sleep Effect. Daphne passed the time by singing the alphabet song at the top of her lungs, over and over and over, occasionally interspersed with Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star, for the sake of diversity.

We ended up going home, suiting up, and heading to the pool, napless and apparently none the worse for it. She splashed and floated and giggled at full energy for more than an hour and a half. She showed no signs of stopping.

So we came home, cleaned up, ate some raisins, and went shopping. She dropped like a rock on the way to Lowe’s, and slept on my shoulder through the store while we comparison-shopped for a grill. Then the same through Sears, plus a candle expedition to Pier One.

She awoke as we arrived home, having slept 1.5 hours. That didn’t begin to make up for her sleep deficit, of course.

When did we get her down for the night? Oh, about 10:20 I guess. After almost two solid hours of trying. I swear, she spends more time being put to sleep than she does actually sleeping. Looks like she’s inherited her dad’s sleep patterns (note that I’m posting this at 1:00 A.M. :)