An atypical baby

Kennedy has been up all day. And by all day, I mean ALL DAY. Not a nap in sight. As we're leaving our friends' house and preparing for the hour drive home, I'm secretly evaluating her. It's obvious her eyelids are craving some kind of relief. And if a yawn followed by a quick rub of the eye isn't enough proof that she's pooped, I don't know what is. Hallelujah! The girl is finally going to sleep in the car. There isn't a doubt in my mind that she's going to resist the persuasive hum and soothing vibrations only a moving car can offer. No, she will surrender and probably be sleeping by the time we pull out of the driveway. So five minutes into the drive Brandon, who was sitting next to Kennedy, gets his first "Is she sleeping yet?" "Um, no." Okay. So we'll give her some breathing room and see what we come up with in say another five minutes. Ticktock. "How about now?" "From what I can see, she's still staring right at me." All right. She's obviously feeling the pressure here. We'll back off for another ten. Another ten comes and goes and still no go. So let's fast forward to almost a hour into the drive. At this time Brandon somehow finds the camera and decides to show me just how NOT sleeping Kennedy is. Keep in mind that it's dark outside and Kennedy has no idea she's about to be blinded by a flash...

So there you have it. There's your confirmation that my baby girl does not and will not succumb to sleeping in the car.