Sleepyheads are monsters in disguise

It has been really tough to get Andrew down for a nap, lately. I suspect he’s entering that age where kids decide naps are totally uncool. It’s just too bad they’re pretty much NECESSARY for an 18-month old to be happy. Some days, he goes down after nursing and will sleep for a solid hour or two. Others, he fights it. Like today. I ran away from the situation after attempting to nurse him to sleep no less than THREE separate times. He would look like he’s falling asleep then WHAMBAM he wanted down. Wash, rinse, repeat, and so I just left. He was crying for a bit, but then…there was silence. I uploaded some photos from our Saturday trip to the park, then received an email from Jason that simply said, “come down.” So, I went downstairs and this was the scene:

365.340: sleepy head

Oh, how I love the weekends. When this happens during the week, I just have to keep on washing, rinsing, and repeating.