Because if you do wake a baby from her morning nap that's stretching toward 90 minutes, even if you're doing so with the logical motive of preserving the appropriately timed afternoon nap, which in turn preserves the early bedtime that just MIGHT get you a five hour night stretch if you're very very lucky ... well, if you wake your baby from her morning nap she's going to get revenge. She's going to say "a'ight, crazy! You want awake? VIVI GIVE YOU AWAKE!" And oh, did Vivi give me awake. The girl was awake from 10:30am until about five freaking minutes ago (7:20pm-ish). Nearly nonstop. She took a fake nap in her swing around noon, but never really went to sleep, just sat there staring at the ceiling fan for as long as it took me to prepare a ham sandwich and take the first bite of that ham sandwich then it was SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM. Then she pretended to go to sleep around 6:00pm after cutting big brother's bath short by screaming her ever-loving brains out until I yanked poor Bug from the tub and went through the remainder of his bedtime routine in three frantic minutes as V screamed and screamed and screamed in her bouncy chair until I ran out to her, yanked a pair of pajamas onto her (because of course, she was naked), and rocked her with a bottle until I finally got her to sleep. For twenty minutes. SCREAM! She's back down now, but I know if I make a move toward the kitchen or turn on the TV or do any other thing that might be, you know, relaxing or enjoyable ... her baby radar will pick it up and then there will be screams. So I'm not moving just yet.
In other news of the week ...
... Anderson draws on his face then eats crayons, the dog looks on with concern.
(He'll be a hit at preschool this fall, I'm sure. Teachers always love the crayon eater kid.)
... Vivian goes naked on our walks. (Minus the amber teething necklace- thanks, Tammy!) Because it's too God-forsaken HOT to wear clothes, that's why. Hell, I'd go naked if I didn't think someone would call the five-o and I'd end up on that Jail show my parents watch.
... Anderson has a new toy, and he's infatuated. Here he is trying to vacuum up the baby.
... we had company yesterday, the fabulous Miss C, my baby cousin. Who isn't a baby AT ALL, she's a dancing, hugging, ridiculously adorable toddler who will someday be Miss V's BFF. You know what's not easy? Getting a picture of a four month old and two two-in-Septembers. Here's my best effort.
All right, I'm going to get all brave and turn the TV on. Toddlers & Tiaras beckons, may as well cap a day full of crazy with some TV crazies. If you hear sobbing, that's me, Vivian woke up. Again. Send help in the form of wine and a night nanny.