Rudy sleeps.

Rudy had a hard time falling asleep this afternoon.  I think it's because her gums are throbbing with new teeth.  I don't think any will arrive for a while, but she can be a drooly, cranky mess sometimes, and she's usually so delightful, so something's up.  Some infant Motrin, some back rubbing, and her nuh-nuh and Lamby helped her give up the sad fight she was waging.  And now I'm blogging and Marley's hard at work on some illustrations.  Like the one of a baby Marley on top of a monster.  According to Bean: "She climbed up there and she's gonna sleep there with a pillow and he doesn't know she's gonna stay there every week!"

I love that Rudy Toot's sleep routine usually involves at least one of the following rituals:

1.  She wags her head back and forth.  But like she means business.  It isn't a gentle settling down.  It's a fast, hard set of reps.  And then she hits the sweet spot and stops.

2.  She arches her back and neck so far back that she looks like a C.  And she smiles sleepily while doing so.

3.  She rubs her face into a stuffy (see Lamby, above), smushes the stuffy into her face, and then she's done.  Ni-nights.