Phew, what a week that was last week, eh?
While I’m pleased it all happened, I must admit that it was nice to have a quiet weekend. A ‘quiet’ weekend meaning having to answer lots of emails and responding to lovely, lovely comments made here and over at my new blog; then, on top of that, having work requests come in and book questions to answer and…well. boy. Maybe it wasn’t that quiet.
And then there’s the children!
Well, just Riley.
I’ve been putting off writing this post for a week now. In the time throughout, I’ve been waiting, hoping, that perhaps the behaviour he was demonstrating was just a phase; a cruel taste of what was to come. But no. It’s real, and it’s sorrowful.
He has given up his daily nap.
Mind, while he had it, we were also living with the reality that he would not go to bed until 9pm every night because, for some reason, he has never needed as much sleep as his sister does. I remember my maternal health nurse mentioning once when Riley was a little baby that some children dropped their naps by as early as two years old and I was like, “Nononononooo…he’ll sleep if I put him down.”
I think I even crossed my arms and nodded all smugly and it was at that point I think God pointed his finger down at me and said, “Oh, you did not just second guess a baby? Did you? I will bring you down, woman. You must pay BIG TIME.”
So here I am two years and two months later and, yes, he no longer naps. At the mere mention of the subject he will clasp his hands over his ears and say, “NO! NO NAP! NO SLEEP.”
I think he even flips me the bird. Or that’s my imagination.
So I’m asking you, sweet people, should I hold out hope? Or give up entirely? Tell me what ages your kids were when they gave up their daytime sleeps. I’m keen to know.
