I don't remember when daylight savings happened last year. My daughter was only 5 months old last March, so I'm pretty sure I was still up at all hours of the night and had no idea what time it was anyway. This year, well, that's a different story. I have been dreading this time change. Not only are we losing an hour, but I'm also losing an hour of free time because...you guessed it...my daughter is staying up just a little later. But that can all be remedied.
Tonight we kept her up a little later so her bedtime would be the "same." I kept thinking of all the things I wanted to get done: work out, shower, check emails, write. I knew she wouldn't go to sleep yet, so we decided to play instead. I'd get to everything else eventually.
On my tablet I have a silly game called My Talking Tom. There's no object to this game. You take care of a talking cat by dressing him, making sure he's fed, bathed, has enough sleep, etc. It also picks up your voice and mimics everything you say but uses a silly voice. I renamed the cat Cooper. My daughter loves Cooper. She asks to see him every day. She feeds him, gives him a bath, and pets him so he purrs. Tonight I let her check on Cooper and put him to bed. While she was petting him, she accidentally tapped the screen and it made a slapping sound. Cooper jumped and then said, "No no no" as he wagged his finger. I have never heard my daughter laugh so hard. I tried to recreate the sound, and it worked. Again, she was hysterically laughing. Cooper mimicked her sweet laugh.
I had so much fun with her at that moment. (We always have fun, but you know what I mean.) I'm almost glad for daylight savings time because it allowed us to have that extra hour with each other. If the time hadn't changed and she had her normal bedtime, we may not have had those amazing laughs together. It was so cute. I can still hear her adorable laugh even now that she's fast asleep. I hope she asks to see Cooper again tomorrow morning.