After winning the hard fought battle to get Annie to sleep in her own room, we had a regression not too long ago. Annie, about ten minutes after being put down, suddenly started to call out, “Dadda? Dadda?” I turned to Heather with my heart breaking and asked if I should check on Annie, but she said it would be best to give it a minute to see if she’d fall back to sleep.

I nodded and stayed put until Annie yelled, “Dadda?! Annie scared!!” Before Heather could even open her mouth I had already teleported into Annie’s room. Upon seeing me Annie immediately raised her hands into the air and begged, “Uppa?! UPPA?!”

“No uppa,” I said firmly. “But Dadda will sit in the chair, okay?”

Annie calmed a little. “Dadda sit?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Dadda sit.”

I sat in the rocking chair next to her crib and Annie quickly fell asleep. From that night on “Dadda sit” became a required part of our nightly routine, and the minute we tell her it’s time for bed she asks, “DADDA SIT?! DADDA SIT?!” until I say, “Of course, Silly. Dadda sit.”

I don’t mind doing this – especially since she’s usually asleep in minutes – but last night something was OFF with the kid. She was super hyper, and instead of going to sleep, she popped up on the side of the crib next to the chair. Like this:

Guess who isn’t sleepy, Daddy!

She then started chatting. NON-STOP. FOR AN HOUR. Some excerpts:

8:36 p.m.

Annie: “One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Seven! Nine! Ten! One! Two! Three…”

8:44 p.m.

Annie (singing): “Twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder where’s your car.”

8:51 p.m.

Annie introduced me to every item in her crib.

“Dadda, this is Foofa. Dadda, this is baby Molly. Dadda, this is blanket. Dadda, this is Elmo…”

There were easily another twenty items in there. It was comically endless – like watching clowns coming out of clown car.

8:58 p.m.

Annie discussed one of her favorite films, “Beauty and the Beast.”

“Dadda? Uh… Princess Belle…. And the lion….  And the Grampa…. And the coffee…”

Note: “The Lion” is The Beast, “The Grampa” is Belle’s father, and – my favorite – “the coffee” is the Chip the tea cup.

9:05 p.m.

Annie jumped on her mattress. I told her to lay down. She laughed and jumped some more. Repeat.

9:11 p.m.

Having had enough, I decided to leave even though crazy Annie was still awake. I put on my glasses (I always take them off when I sit in the chair) and she freaked out:


I took off my glasses and grudgingly leaned back. Annie laid back down. A couple minutes of silence passed. “Could she be asleep?”

And then:

“Rapunzel! Long hair!”

9:18 p.m.

Me (losing it): “Annie! This is ridiculous! Lay down and close your eyes!”

Annie (imitating, to her doll): “Molly! Lay down! Close eyes! CLOSE EYES!! OH NO!! CLOSE EYES!!”

Me: “What’s wrong?”

Annie pointed to her doll and its painted eyes. “Dada! Eyes no close!”

Me: “Annie, it is a doll. The eyes don’t close.”

Annie: “WAAAAAHHH!!!!”

9:23 p.m

Frustrated and bored, I turned on my phone and looked at Twitter. Two seconds later this appeared:

Whatcha doin’?”

Annie: “Pishures? Annie see pishures?”

9:31 p.m.

Zzzzzzzzz. Merciful, merciful zzzzzzs.