The boy is two and a half, which apparently means he's transitioning to no naps. I keep trying to wear him out, and all it seems to do is wear ME out and he's content to hang out in his room for an hour during nap time with no sleep in sight.
Sunday: baseball game. Five hours of constant moving, entertainment, snacks, jumping and yelling.
Result: 10 minutes of sleep in the car.
Monday: 2 hour walk to, around and home from Target. Lots of sun, sweat, scraped knees, and playing with every toy in the toy aisle while Momma forgot half of what she went there for.
Result: 90 minutes of playing in his room.
Tuesday: 3 1/2 hour visit with the Fuss family. Lots of sun, sweat, sprinklers, toy sharing (and not sharing, as toddlers are inclined to do), tricycle riding, mac & cheese and sour raisins.
Result 90 minutes of playing in his room.
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I'm inclined to give up the ghost on the poor nap, but what if he needs it again, and thinks that I'm punishing him by making him lay down? And really, this playing in the room thing isn't so bad - I'm still getting a break. Still deciding, and at this point, still ignoring the activity in the room. It may or may not be the entire bin of Mr. Potatohead toys being up-ended onto the floor, but if I pretend it isn't happening, I can stay happier for a while.
**update: it appears that the noise in the bedroom was not the Mr. Potatohead toys and was, in fact, The Boy sitting on his changing table throwing every wipe we had into Turtle's crib while opening and closing the vertical blinds.
Sigh. At least the rest of the week it's up to daycare to have him nap.
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