Saturday, February 09, 2008


"He's a napfighter... dream avoider... napfighter don't you mess around with him." (needs to be sung to Pat Benetar's Heartbreaker.)

My own special version of this song runs through my head at least twice a day, sometimes three times if I botch the timing or lay down.

This happened on Thursday. I put Little Elvis down and left the room to wails of dismay.

A few weeks ago, he found out that he could take the tooth guards off of his crib rails and he began chucking them onto the floor.

He was very determined not to have that afternoon nap on Thursday.

He pulled off every guard and even untied part of his crib bumper.

He really hates naptime.


Blogger mpotter said...

oh no! is this w/ every nap.... or is he "weaning" himself off of one???

um, wish i knew how to fix it.
good luck!

4:08 PM  
Blogger Marla said...

When M stopped napping....well, okay she never ever I mourned a lot. I cried every afternoon wanting that child to least just for an hour! She never did. Ugh. Good luck!

By the way there is something for you at my blog.

1:20 AM  
Blogger Ann(ie) said...

My boy and your boy would be the bestest of friends!!!!!

1:36 AM  
Anonymous Laura McIntyre said...

How horrible, he is a little monkey though is't he?

6:58 AM  

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