Guest Napper #114 – Up All Night
I don’t know about you folks but, as Fall dawns, I am scrambling to keep up with our new schedule. It’s like this complicated jigsaw puzzle of drop-offs, pick-ups, swimming lessons, lunch bunch days, appointments, and then there’s the time I need to find to check myself into a spa.
The other thing that happens is the final, total, complete destruction of my nap schedule. And you know my nap “schedule” (I use the term loosely) was hanging by a thread as it was.
Nisha’s daughter is demonstrating what’s been happening to my 3yo at about 4:30pm lately.
She just didn’t make it.
I am told this happened to Helen after she was put in bed. Well, that’s all well and good…but Cormac isn’t even making it to bed. He’s just crashing somewhere from pure, stubborn, angry exhaustion.
Oh, yes. He’s angry. He’s like “I-refuse-a-nap-just-to-be-a-pill-and-now-I’m-inexplicably-angry” angry.
And then he does this. Sometimes it’s on the couch, though.
I hope all of you are enjoying the start of school and that its benefits outweigh the fury of the nap time scorned.
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Cormac models a gDiaper while tormenting his sleeping brother.
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Guest Napper #113 – Seasick Sleeper
No matter how much I loved my babies, there are certain indelible sensory memories I do not wish to recall. Being a person who has always been profoundly affected by music, I may never recover from the scars left upon my psyche by certain Fisher Price equipment.
Like this aquarium.
Oh, it’ soothing, alright.
Just five seconds of one of the saccharine, watery little ditties this thing played (ad nauseum) during those torturous, sleepless nights and screaming nap strikes and, well…I can just smell the baby spit up.
I swear this thing emits a baby spit-up odor. Can you smell it? Can you smell it?
Well, Violet seems to have exhausted herself by the effort of smacking that button over and over. For now, her folks can fall into a dead sleep, with dreams haunted by certain gargling tunes…
Dream with the fishes, wretched aquarium.
Guest Napper #112 – Spidey Senzzzzzze
Warning, parents. After a summer of playing hard, even superheroes may hit the books…facedown.
Okay, face UP. I’m a little concerned about the alarm expressed by Elmo, there. Does he know something we don’t?
My spidey sense tells me he may not really be reading.
Enjoy it. Pretty soon, that afternoon nap will go the way of the dinosaurs.
Ba dum DUM!
Happy Thurzzzzday, folks.