We tried the bottle thing, but she was still wide awake after having a few ounces of formula. We tried having her cuddle with us in our bed–nothing. She was much more interested in kicking her legs and babbling up a storm. In the middle of the night. When sane people are sleeping. What is wrong with that child?!?!
Finally, Greg (who, by the way, is a GOD as far as I’m concerned) willingly (or at least grudgingly) took her downstairs so I could get some sleep before I had to get up for work. He was back in our bed when I woke up this morning, so Zoey must have finally given up and passed out.
But, seriously. What’s the deal? She’s eating a full supper before going to bed. She doesn’t seem to be upset or in pain when she wakes up. She’s just ready to play AT ONE IN THE MORNING.
Could it be a teething thing? I just don’t know.