We're being hardasses about the whole bedtime thing around here, because, frankly, I can't take it anymore. So, instead of laying with MG until she's sound asleep, then springing all the little bio-traps she's set for you (laying a strand of hair under your arm so that it'll pull when you try to stand up and wake her... so she can cry and beg you to stay), then laying there with MG until I'm sound asleep, we've been waiting until Claire's asleep, then I snuggle with her for a bit, and then we leave her in her room, and we go into our room (approximately 6 feet down the hall) and hang out and wait until she falls asleep, when we leap down the stairs shouting, "Hooray!" in a stage whisper.
So, that's where I am right now - it's 10 till 10, and she's in her room pouting, and has been since about 8:15, and we're in our room. We put away laundry, and now we're checking e-mail and watching Chuck.
MG came in a few minutes ago and said, "I can't find my dolphin!!!" and cried. I said, "He's probably in your bed, go look," but BJ, being a soft touch, went to help her find him.
He looked on the right side of her bed. It wasn't there. Then he looked on the left side.
Then MG rolled over.
She was hiding the dolphin behind her back.
Is it just me, or is that rather advanced and deceptive for a preschooler?? If she's this sneaky now, imagine what our lives are going to be like in 10 years. Oh my.