You may have noticed that it has been four days since I've written last. Well that's because homegirl has given up on naps altogether. It was for about a week that I was having loads of success by putting Nyla upstairs in her crib for a nap and she'd sleep for an hour and a half. This was the time where I was able to get stuff done around the house and purge my thoughts about parenthood here on this blog.
This precious quiet time has not come to me this week, though. Nyla has just decided that, no, she does not want to take a nap upstairs. She can be mouth-open, snoring, lax-arm passed out sleeping on my lap. I can successfully make it to the stairs, up the stairs, but then she must sense her crib because right when I'm at the threshold of her room, her eyes fly open. I've even done the whole "let her cry" thing, assuming she'll cry herself back to sleep. I've given up on this, though, because one day when I did that, she cried for almost 45 minutes. I was like "What the heck, Nyla? Go to sleep." Well give me the Mother of the Year award because when I went up to check on her, it turns out she was crying not because she wasn't tired; she was crying because she had pooped. Incredible mothering skills there.
Where does Nyla like to nap? Right on my lap. I know I should go back to putting her in her crib, but right now, I'm taking that time to just relax. I'm totally fine zoning out to an episode of NCIS while she naps. Silence is golden these days.
PS: the child has learned to fully crawl. Nothing is safe. Someone send bumpers. :)
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