This is the second night in a row that I time it where I think it's a "perfect" time to put Ava to sleep and I do our routine and feed her and 1/2 through her bottle she just spits it out, crawls up to my chest and starts bouncing, laughing, and talking 100 mph. Last night I tried to put her to sleep for literally hours, so tonight I say screw it. She's playing with the Sprite bottles on the kitchen floor. I'll let her wear herself out.