Eat...Sleep...Poop

Whatever happened to that routine? When did she get an opinion, preference, or desires? As I put Annie to bed tonight and she snuggled in with her hands under her bumper pad and her pacifier in her mouth with her fleece blanket up to her neck and her knitted blanket on just her legs I realized... she is not me! She is her own little person. I kissed her on the head and said "it must be fun to be you" :o)