"Falling back" used to mean an extra hour of sleep (or, in college, an extra hour of party).
Well, the baby doesn't have a clock in his room, and even if he did, he couldn't read it. He doesn't know or care about the end of Daylight Savings Time. He still wakes up eleven-and-a-half hours after he goes down, whether it's 6:30 a.m. or 5:30 a.m.
Happily, I persuaded him to stay up a half-hour later than usual last night, and he slept until almost 7:30 a.m. (now 6:30 a.m.).
Not getting up before 6:00 am will make it easier to deal with it being dark at 5:30 p.m. So much for our late-late-afternoons in the park.



