Our granddaughter, Claira, is 15 months old. She was spending the night with us, along with her brother and sister, ages 5 and 3.
Claira has a sweet, happy personality, but she’s also semi-strong willed.
She was all rainbows and unicorns! She even had them on her pajamas, but then it was… bedtime.
Claira had been laughing, cooing, and cawing until JJ (my wife Janet) and PawPaw (me) had the audacity to lay her down in the baby bed.
As JJ carefully laid her down, Claira immediately let it be known that she thought we were completely incompetent to try to put her down to go to sleep!
We talked softly to her, patted her back, patted her diapered bottom, rubbed her head, nothing made her happy.
She spit out her pacifier like it was a poisonous trick, pulled off the baby blanket, and screamed even louder when the door closed. We figured she’d quickly settle in for a long night of restful sleep.
The unicorns changed to red and grew multiple horns. The rainbows turned into a Class 5 hurricane. She started to wail, not whimper, not cry, wail.