About a month ago Cavan's daycare teacher informed me that she no longer wears nappies (diapers during nap time). She has been potty trained since last summer, except for night and naps, but this is a HUGE milestone! My mommy-pride was glowing. And for the last couple weekends, we have experienced this to be true—completely dry, even during a three-hour siesta.
But, last week Cavan turned over a not-so-pleasant leaf: she now has stopped taking naps at school. At first I blamed her friends—one of those other two year olds is a bad influence on my baby, and my precious Cavan surely has fallen victim to peer pressure. Well, not exactly...in fact the opposite. All of Cavan's classmates DO take naps. Moreover, Cavan is the bad influence on her little friends, trying to convince them to get off their cots and play with her.
So now, when we get home from school, my easy, darling daughter is held hostage by an IED (improvised explosive device)—in fact, very similar to the type terrorists use—unstable and unexpected. Today, she burst into tears as our car hit the potholes in the road, when I wouldn't let her climb our spiral stairs in her sock feet, when Spoons, our beagle bumped into her (though he didn't even knock her down), when I told her she had to put her coat on to play outside, and when I wouldn't let her play on our neighbor's swingset. That was all within the first 40 minutes after pickup. AAAHHH!!! Hubby comes home and asks "why is Cavan crying?" (Oh, she's still crying? I guess I just tuned out the last five minutes. Mommy defense mechanism). "No nap. 'Nough said."
Poor, innocent Cavan getting picked on by all of those non-napping babies! :)
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ReplyDeleteOh, that's tough. And early. B lasted until he was 3 1/2 and most of his playgroup friends are JUST giving them up at 4. Regardless, it's tough. B gave them up right when we moved, so I thought I could make him take them again. But whenever I did, he wouldn't fall asleep until 10. And the poor kid was so good. We'd put him down at 7 and he'd stay in bed and toss and turn for hours. That's when we knew it was time to give 'em up. But oh the moodiness that resulted. This, too, shall pass.
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