2 posts tagged “naptime”

Thus sayeth The Boy (I think - stuff gets lost in translation, you know).

I hear him in his room, clicking on the buttons of the musical toy in his crib, the base of his mobile long after the circling jungle animals were removed from his far-reaching grasp.

He pauses every now and then to cry out, letting everyone near and far know that he does not want to be in his room, and certainly not in his crib - and that he is certainly not tired. Never mind that he has been rubbing his eyes and is increasingly all around cranky. No, this child does not want to sleep, and all should know what torture I, as his mother, am making him endure by removing him to a quiet, darkened room, for what he clearly does not need or want: rest.

The cries don't last long; they're the cries of a sleepy little boy who continues to insist that he's not at all tired. They're short in duration, stopping for a few minutes before resuming, each time getting a bit quieter.

Eventually, he'll cry himself to sleep. Right now, though, he's strongly protesting the notion that he needs to rest in the middle of the morning.

(Now I can hear him blowing raspberries, something else to keep him awake. This is a new tactic.)

One day, God willing, the tables will turn and he will tell me that I need to slow down, take it easy, maybe rest. I only hope I'm still keen enough to remind him of days like these, days when I have to struggle to get him to sleep for just a few blessed minutes.

What's this? There's silence from the nursery?

Could it be that Mommy does know what she's talking about?

Nah... He must have just changed his mind.

So, Baby C figured out how to roll from back to front on Friday. He had come close for some time but never quite made the full flip.

Which means he can roll now.

[sigh]

Anyway, I put him down in his crib a few minutes ago for nap time. He gets a regular nap time at school every day, and I try to put him down a few times during the weekend to give him some nap time. (He rarely takes naps at home.)

His nursery is right next to the office, so I can hear when the mobile stops and when the baby makes noise.

So, when I heard this awful cry of frustration, I rushed into his room to see what he was doing.

He managed to roll himself into a corner and couldn't figure out how to escape from it.

Crazy kid!