Clockwork O

I have lost the whites in my eyes. I officially look like I feel (or I have just noticed this and have been for a while...). Olivia has been keeping time better than any watch could. I thought I would try to sneak in an extra hour here and there, but I have not been able to get away with it. She starts to squirm at around 5 or so minutes to the three hour routine and goes from 0 to "I'M STAAAAAARVING!" in thirty seconds. And, to add spice to the mix, she did not sleep much yesterday. I had no chance to do anything outside of entertain her.
The good news is, we're transitioning into crib sleeping and she's doing pretty well with it. At around 9pm John swaddles her and he or I put her in her crib. She has only been trouble once. I feel good about starting that habit so it's not harder for either of us when I "should" be putting her in her crib at around 3 months old. Right now, though, I take her into bed with me after the middle of the night feed. It's not her, it's me. I have found that I love her in bed with me. I love to hear her breathing and hold her. I even love to be there when she starts squirming and the countdown to meltdown begins again.
Part of me, though is concerned that all of this training is for naught. The reason why I can spoil us with sleeping in bed together is that she can't form habits yet...You can't officially spoil a baby until 3-3 1/2 months. Well, it makes me feel like a good parent, but I will have to let you know in a month to a month and a half if it was worth it...
Today, though, she has been the opposite of yesterday as she is sleeping most of the day. She chose the first GORGEOUS day to do this, but I don't feel so bad as I got a walk to the library in with her. I think I actually got a slight sunburn.
Now that I have added to my top five most boring blogs, I gotta go...five minutes to feed...