As do many other parents with small children, we were seriously dreading the daylight savings crap this year. The idea of "falling back" and getting an extra hour of sleep may sound like a dream, but when you have a small kiddo it means you get to wake up at 0'dark thirty and try and figure out what the hell you are going to do at 5am. Not fun.
This year, through some very last minute planning, we ended up with all the cousins over the night before time change. Since Margot ran around like a crazy person for four hours straight, she was able to sleep from 8pm to 7:30 the next morning!!! Yes!
I think we should visit the Grandparents every year for time change. Or at the very least sign Margot up for a marathon the day before.