Last Friday we had our Grandbaby for the day.
After a nice little lunch at the Diner
we went home and played
But like most (almost) 2 year olds a nap is still required
in order for her to maintain her sunny disposition.
So I did what every red blooded American Grandma does
I put Mickey Mouse on TV and sat with her in my lap,
hoping she would get relaxed enough to dose off on her own.
that didn't happen..... she fought it every inch of the way.
I finally did what I had to, and
told mentioned to her
it was time to go "night night."
I placed her in her pack n play
said "night night" and shut the door behind me.
Of course she cried and fussed,
not the heart wrenching I'm dying in here cry,
more like the
your not the boss of me cry.
I hung around in the kitchen like I normally do and timed her cries.
Any thing longer then 10 minutes I figure shes not gonna give in
and I go back to comfort her.
After about 5 minutes Grandpa has his ear to the door and says
I say "NOOOOOO she would come out if she was up."
(In the past month she has learned to crawl out of her pack n play.)
A few minutes later it goes silent.
Yay she gave it up.
A few hours later, when Grandpa goes in to wake her up
this is what he finds.
She had climbed out of bed and got every single toy she could grab
and threw it in bed with her.
Then she must have climbed on the couch and back into bed.
I find myself felling a little sad.
Why I'm not sure. I guess its because she had to comfort herself,
and that makes me feel sorry for her.
And YES I know that is part of growing up BUT....
its still sad!
Her little bookshelf where I store most of her toys.
WIPED CLEAN OF EVERY TOY
(Obviously she wasn't in the mood for a little reading
before nap time.)
before nap time.)
"IT'S A GOOD LIFE"