7:00 AM Central Time: So, we've had a good run, with Sophie sleeping through the night pretty much all week. Until last night. 1:30 in the morning, and Sophie is standing next to the bed on Randall's side, blankie in hand, insisting that she can't sleep. Our rule is that she can't sleep with us (too much tossing and turning and then Randall ends up on the couch), so Randall threw out our traditional offerings: (1) We can pull out the crib mattress we keep under our bed and she can sleep next to Daddy on the floor [thanks, Dan and Cindy for that idea from years ago!], (2) We can make a bed for her on the couch, or (3) She can go back to bed. She just kept repeating that she couldn't sleep. She stood there for I don't know how long. I actually fell asleep a couple of times, because she would stand there silently pouting, but then I would wake up when she would loudly exhale or start complaining again. We just kept telling her she had those three choices, and she kept insisting that none would work. We were not going to give in and neither was she. Finally, when we offered the three options again, she said she wanted to sleep next to *me* on the floor. So, that's what she did, and she managed to exert her will in a way that didn't mean we were caving in. I will say that when I woke up this morning at 6:00, Randall was on the couch anyhow (not sure why--he's still there), and what woke me up was the sound of Sophie's teeth grinding. So, we may have found a compromise, but I still don't think Randall and I got a good night's sleep. Oh well, it gives me a chance to get some work done in silence before the flood of e-mails start. SLIGHT UPDATE: Not long after I posted, Sophie came wandering down the hall, wondering where Daddy was. I told her he was on the couch, so she went and got her pillow and they're both sleeping together in there (it's a sectional, so their heads are together and their bodies are making an "L")--it's very sweet!