Do you all hate the 15-minute catnap as much as I do?
It frustrates me to no end, besides inevitably screwing up the ENTIRE rest of my day. It's like, you have that teeny, tiny WINDOW of time to put your child down for what you know will be a successful napping experience. And any variation thereof leads to failure.
Today we went to the lake to celebrate Baby's 2nd birthday with a few friends. Much to my chagrin, Baby fell asleep in the car on the way home at 1:00 (naptime for him is usually at 12:30, so already I was playing Russian Roulette with naptime. Crap.) Quickly ushered him out of his carseat and into the house (all the while trying to shoo Eldest who kept saying in an annoying singsong voice right in Baby's mug, "Baby, we're hooo--ome. Did you take a nap? Did you wake up? We're hooo-oome.")
Sure enough, about 10 minutes after I laid him down, I could hear him on the baby monitor, starting to awaken. Sounding chipper. Taunting me. "Ha ha, you let me catnap. I don't need no stinkin' nap..."
So from now on, if you see someone driving a big-ass SUV with one arm cranked around to the back seat, singing and bopping her head like a maniac...that would be me. Trying to prevent my child from taking a catnap before we get home for a NAP. A real one.
And here's the quote:
Today in New England was hot. And humid. But extreme. It wasn't an "outdoor" day, unless you were
"I'm so hot, Mom, I wish I could just take off my skin!"