Three kids, you’d think I’d know better. I mean Briar was a nightmare, granted we didn’t know it, but in the bedtime territory she was a nightmare. Then came Avery, she wasn’t hard, but she wasn’t easy. Now Fin, my little Fin-diddle is such a riddle. One day she sleeps, down at 9am with coos and sighs, up for giggles and cuddles again until 1 or 2. The afternoon is spent napping in her crib, then up again for more playing and eating, Dad walks through the door and they nap through the news. Dinner, then bed. Following a day of routine naps she might wake up at 4am, but I really don’t mind that. What I do mind, dread really, are the days…