Nap time

She didn't let me sleep last night. Instead she used me like a climbing frame all night long.

A climbing frame that has two popsicles on top.

I don't remember being awake very much. Instead I spent the night in a halfway place where sleep was just out of reach.

Contradictory to an insomniac's plight, though, the night was over in a flash. I laid my head down and felt the haze wash over me - subsequently surrendering to her scratching teeth and fingers.

I think Daddy helped around 6:00am. I vaguely remember her piercing cries as she was wrenched away from her Mommy's bosom. Poor little girl.

Now it's nap time. I'm sitting in the dark in the boys room with my back to the door listening out for Baby Dagny.

She crashed out mercifully in her stroller an hour or so ago, but the boys weren't ready then. Now they're ready to join her in the land of nod and what Mommy would give to go with them too...

All is silent now. Wish me luck.

splitting the difference..

It's nap time in the Bisett household. The baby's only just gone down though so I'm hoping the boys will stay comatose for a wee while longer.

My head is thumping and I desperately want to close my eyes and succumb to the cosy darkness I know is waiting for me behind my heavy eyelids. But I can't.

I must resist as Baby is on her tummy, sound asleep.

How to get both boyZzzz in bed by 7:00pm.....

It's pretty easy really - in theory. We just have to keep big kid (our almost three year old) up all day long.

But in practice it turns out it's not all that easy after all.

Go figure?

He's the one that came up with the whole nap elimination idea in the first place! His nap 'resistance' started about a week or so ago...

Our 17 month old had already crashed out in his stroller - magic pop in hand - as per usual. I led big kid to his room to lay down on his 'Choo Choo' bed to recharge his batteries - when he started to protest.

"No naptime Momma. Not today Mom - not today!"

Putting him down in the daytime has been a doddle in the past - in fact he's often taken himself to his room around lunchtime and crashed out on his train bed without a word to us.

It came as a bit of a surprise then, when, after reading a story, tucking him in tight, and closing his door, the little scamp started to get up to mischief in his room.