I'm Not Nice. It's True.

This is a thing that happens pretty much every night.

A video posted by Burgh Baby (@burghbaby) on Feb 16, 2016 at 5:45pm PST

From those exact pajamas (Mila's current faves) to the giggling to the "Sleep. I sleepy," we play the same record on repeat night after night after night.

Yep, it's true. I possess the rare one year-old who literally asks to go to bed.

While it is very much so a dream situation, the thing is that Mila keeps trying to sneak back her bedtime. Left to her own devices, I think she'd be asking right now to go to sleep tomorrow night. She would mean it, too. She always means it. Mileage may vary, but for the most part she says she's sleepy and then she's asleep less than an hour later.

Actually, it's more like ten minutes later. I'm scared of her, though, so I am too chicken to transport her from my arms to her crib until I know she's really VERY VERY asleep. And, yeah, she still falls asleep in my arms. It's the only thing she's willing to accept, which is fine. She can go to Pitt and live at home so that she has a way to get to sleep once she's in college.

In the meantime, Mila keeps creeping up that bedtime. Tonight she started with the "I sleepy. I sleep. Nigh-nigh. I sleepy." at 7:00. That would be fine, but it's not for a whole lot of reasons. I had things that had to be done before I blissed out under a sleeping toddler. So, I stalled. 

And I stalled.

I told Mila to go find a kitty.

I gave her candy.

I turned on Elmo (Sesame Street is her new favorite thing on TV).

I conned Alexis into distracting Mila.

Yet, Mila kept it up with the "I sleepy." It was a pitiful display of tiredness and I GET IT. I do. I am that tired as well, dear Mila. But I'm that tired because I will be awakened by a certain someone at 3:00 am and I will then be screwed.

Remembering that I will be summoned at NOPE o'clock made me mutter, "But I don't want to put you to bed."

Mila heard me.

"NOT NICE NOT NICE NOT NICE NOT NICE."

She told me off.

I'm going to repeat her words the next time she decides to pry my eyes open on a weekend morning so she can say "Hi."