When she’s ready, she’s ready. E was on the phone with her grandfather working on her science fair project, and I was trying to keep F up a bit longer so she could tell everyone goodnight. She had other ideas.
When she gets tired she goes into this whirlwind mode and has trouble settling down for just one thing. She picks out books and starts to climb in my lap, gets sidetracked by another book cover, chastises me for videoing her rather than putting her to bed, turns on her nightlight, grabs a burpie (or two) and declares it’s time.
(So sorry for the poor video quality. I really screwed up the settings earlier when I was trying to save the camera from all the bathtub splashing.)