My Little Wookie

2:30 pm naptime for Caolán, except an hour later he is still rolling around in his blankets, turning his aquarium on and off (thank god the fish are plastic), and humming to himself in with his usual high pitched and remarkably wookie sounding voice. I am tempted to throw in the towel when it comes to trying to get him to go down for his naps.

Though after letting him wear himself haggard once, I quickly fell victim to screams of agony from a child that had gone far to long without any rest. My reward in the end was staying up an entire night trying to get an overwraught, adrenaline pumped, noisy babe to sleep.

After learning this lesson once and despite all temptations to throw in the towel, I continue to struggle to get nap times re-established. This usually involves my tucking him in (with him squirming to escape), plugging the glorious mouth plug aka soother, and dashing out the bedroom door before he stands up and lunges for any physical purchase on mommy, thusly escaping his crib. My success rate currently stands around 50% for blissful, quiet escape.

However, on multiple ocassions when I have escaped with success, I am always called to the rescue as cute munchkin usually manages to fill his diaper accentuated by noxious odors. I think he does it on purpose. Husband always laughs when I message him at work about our escapades. Little does he know.