See that? It's the outside of Bug's door. Where I sat for thirty minutes just now, winning the "Nap v. No Nap" battle. I use the word "winning" in a totally tentative and non-jinxworthy way, of course. But he's in his bed and he's sleeping at nap time, which is more than I can say for any other day since Sunday. When he didn't nap. Like, at all. Which I handled really calmly. HAHAHAHAHA! Have we met?!? No, no I did not handle it calmly. I freaked out to my mom, to my husband, to The Lisa via email, to Dr. Google, to my cat, and then to my favorite mommy advice board where the mommies know evvvvverything. I mean, we'd just finally gotten his night sleep to a good place, and by good I do mean tenuously tolerable, and now his naps were going to shit?!? What if he stopped napping forever?!? (NOT OKAY NOT OKAY AT ALL PANIC PANIC PANIC.) In the end, after considering the wealth of helpful thoughts and tips from that assembly of advice givers, I decided two things. One: nap time needed to be a bit later. Two: I was going to have to go Supernanny on his ass. Which I did. We stayed up an hour later than usual, building block towers and reading books to a soothing toddler music soundtrack, then I put him into his bed. Then I put him back into his bed seven times, then he cried for twelve (painfully dragging) minutes in that bed, and then he went the eff to sleep. And I sat there staring at the door and not breathing until I was entirely certain he was sleeping and not, say, braiding his curtains into a rope with which to escape (he WOULD!) Then I got up, did a happy dance all the way down the stairs (complete with Zumba moves and a herkie jump at the bottom), and shoved a whole bowl full of MIL's guacamole in my face to reward myself for my awesomeness/dedication to the sleep needs cause.
Otherwise, everything is pretty great around here this week. We're having a lot of fun with Mimi and Papaw, I had such a great time on Monday night having drinks with my girlfriends that I gave myself a Pinot bath on accident (and made Ramona eyes), I'm going on a long awaited girlfriend vacation in 15 days, football season is happening (!), and my daughter is still letting me put stuff on her head. And thanks to my genius college friend Kelsey and her patented secret headband trick, there will be no shortage of pretties around here.