Fireworks? Really?

The craziest thing just happened. My baby just went to bed at 8:15. Most of you are aware that her traditional bedtime is 11:00 and that we've recently been able to maneuver it to 10. I dreamed that one day she'd have a bedtime at 9:30. But She passed out in my lap tonight at 8:00. Nathan said lets put her to bed. I said I'm afraid. But we agreed that it was way too late for a nap and if she was that tired, who are we to argue. So she went down with no extraordinary amount of fussing. We were in shock. Then, apparently there was an event at the riverfront that just had to have a fireworks display. Now, normally this is a really nice perk to our otherwise humble apartment - at Christmas festival, 4th of July, New Years, and apparently random events at the riverfront we can enjoy the fireworks through the window from our couch in the living room. It sounded like a war had broken out just 3 streets away. a full hour before her new and improved bedtime, she slept right through it! I couldn't believe it! I still can't believe it! Now I'm betting that the downside is that she will be ready to start her exciting day at 4 am or so, but we're not there yet, and I can still dream!