Isha tossed and turned in her blanket fort with you restlessly. She'd stayed up until midnight with you for new year's but immediately wanted to go to bed afterwards. She didn't stay up that late very often. She found it hard to sleep with the nonstop fireworks, not used to any of this yet. Eventually, she sat up and scooted closer to you, flopping her head down in your lap with a small, pleading whine as she signed, "It's too loud."