Today, Jack slept until 8:00, so I didn't even try to put him down for a nap until 11:00. He went down easily, but started complaining about five minutes after I left the room. I went back in to soothe him back down, but he was having none of it. He was talking, joking, pointing out my ears... the whole nine yards. Since I have a policy of not killing myself getting him to take a nap if he doesn't want to, I gave up and said, "OK, but if you aren't going to take a nap, you have to give me the bink."
I'll be damned if he didn't hand it over!
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Haha! They understand so much now, it's crazy. I'm still surprised every time I tell Milla to go get some particular thing and she actually goes and gets it.
Also, we are transitioning to one nap around here. Maybe Jack's thinking along those lines?
Nooo, not another one year old transitioning to one nap! I know my day is coming but I like to pretend it's not. That's when I drink coffee. That's when I read blogs! Someone hold me.
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