Jada's getting better at bedtime, in terms of not making a fuss for hours on end, at least most nights. But her bedtime habits are still strange. Sometimes she'll insist on wearing her red sweater to bed, even on a warm night. We have to leave her light on; and, perhaps as a consequence, she has to bury her head in her pink blanket. Of course, there's the matter of her entourage, which if a member goes missing, a peaceful evening is paused until it can be located.
Aaron, on the other hand, gets a peck on the cheek, gets dropped into his crib, and it's lights out - literally and figuratively - until the next morning. These creatures that inhabit our home, I tell you they are something.
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