Ho, Ho, Ho...

Olivia has really started to play the "I-Don't-Want-To-Go-To-Bed-So-I-Will-Use-Every-Delay-Tactic-I-Know" game and it is already quite exhausting. Generally, it involves a stuffed animal that she must sleep with, a sticker that she needs, or - the trump card - the need to potty. I think she has a hollow leg, because if she says she "needs" to potty she can usually squeeze something out and STILL find a way to get up in the middle of the night to go potty again. Argh. I need to reduce her fluid intake.

But the other night, she came up with an excuse that actually made us smile. Apparently after Jeremy went upstairs for the 3rd time and asked her why she was still up, she smiled sweetly at him and told him she was waiting for Santa Claus. I can't help it - that is too cute. So he left her waiting for Santa and went back downstairs. I think Santa outlasted her...