What a liar!

One of the hardest things about being out and about for the holidays, and spending so much time away from home, is that Charlie doesn't tend to sleep well.  I mean, she'll sleep just fine, at home, in the room, in her own bed, thankyouverymuch, but other than that?  Suck.

On one of our recent jaunts to Charleston, we decided to have a spontaneous stop-over at my grandfather's house, so OF COURSE we didn't bring Charlie's bed.  Luckily, just that one time, she fell asleep in her carseat.  I knew our luck wouldn't last, though, and I didn't want to push it.

The next night, we stopped at a store and my parents bought a bed for Charlie to keep at their house, just in case.  So, we felt safe staying there for the night, because we knew we had that child cornered.  CORNERED.  Nothing you can do, baby, when you have A BED!  GO TO SLEEP!

Interestingly, with as much as Charlie is a complete snugglebug, she has never wanted to sleep in bed with us, or be held while sleeping.  In fact, I think I've gotten her to fall asleep on me a total of one whole time -- that's it.

At my parent's house that night, we put her in her bed, and things seemed to be going swimmingly, until a floorboard creaked and Charlie woke up.  I pulled her in bed with me, knowing I was in it for the long haul, KNOWING there was no way that child would go to sleep with me.

Guess what?  She totally did.

She snuggled up to me, head on my chest, and promptly fell asleep.  (And what is it about babies and kids that when they fall asleep they instantly gain 15 pounds and their core temperature rises 70 degrees?)  She actually slept, the whole night, in bed with us, alternately snuggled up to one of us, or laying in the middle of the bed, sprawled all over the place.

If it wasn't so damn adorable, I'd kick her for being a jerky little trickster.