Here we are at 31 weeks prego. Holy Moly, this pregnancy is going by too quickly. I am super excited, but also nervous about being a mother of 2. Feeling good luckily, minus the frequent trips to the bathroom and having to continuously bend over to put Will's shoes & socks on numerous times during the day.
A month or so ago Will decided he was done napping. Yep, cold turkey. It was quite the shock. I tried over & over the entire week, but he refused. Major meltdown kind of refused. I was sad, very sad (yes there were tears). I had pretty much given up hope for naps, except in desperation I would take him for a drive, he of course would fall asleep and I would pull over and read a book. I really just needed a few moments to myself.
However, the good news is this week he has now napped 3 times. Yippee. So, it hasn't been every day, but, every few days. In a major desperation day (last Saturday), I was convinced he needed a nap, so he would last during the evening, and not become a monster...which happens about 5:30pm each day. I put him in his crib, and pretty much boxed him in, not letting him climb out. He was in a major meltdown and said he wanted to lay on the floor and put him jammies on. So with little negotiation I made a bed on the floor, put on his jammies and left the room. Honestly, just waiting for him to walk out. But...Happy day, it worked, he napped. And when he did wake up and opened the door, he said, "Mama, I'm happy." As I have repeatedly told him that naps make him happy. So there's my nap saga, a few days in. Wish us all luck.
Playing in the snow, yay.
