I think not. There wasn't a tired bone in this child's body after Gerrit laid her in the crib.
Hearing her yells turn from happy to mad, I went into the room. She was doing acrobatics and had thrown out her pacifiers and bunny (for space, I presume). We let her out of her "cage" for a few minutes to get the wiggles out.
She's sleeping peacefully now. Hallelujah. Sometimes, bedtimes are meant to be broken. Roll with it.
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