Isn’t it ironic that for Simon, the number one way to ruin an otherwise lovely afternoon is the intrusion of a two hour nap, and yet for me, the number one way to make an otherwise lovely afternoon absolute perfection is the indulgence of a two hour nap.<\/p>\n
(Did you hear that the French government is even considering making a short nap official government policy<\/a>? Somebody ought to feed this to Harper <\/a>as a way to appease all those alienated public servants.)<\/p>\n It’s to the point that I have to actively deceive Simon into taking his afternoon nap. Embarrassing though it is to admit, he’s three years old and I’m having a harder and harder time outwitting him. First, he figured out the bed was a danger zone, and if he let me entice him in for a ‘cuddle’, he was doomed. Once he caught on, he started resisting going in to the bedroom after lunch, then resisting any motion toward the second floor of the house.<\/p>\n I’ve had to work hard to keep ahead of him. Today, I resorted to tempting him with old photographs, one of his weaknesses, to lure him into the bedroom. Once I got him into the room, I tried to convince him to join me in the bed, “because I’m so tired after working hard all morning, and I’d really like you to come and help me have a little rest.” Clever little monkey would have none of that. Eventually, through a combination of persistance, insistence and obstinance, I finally coerced him onto the bed, with Simon protesting the whole time.<\/p>\n I knew I’d won a battle once I got a soother in his mouth, and victory was mine after a few short minutes of lying together in the darked room, my arms wrapped tightly around him to discourage fidgeting. I think less than five minutes passed before his breathing was deep and regular, and his body was calm after the wave of tiny twitches that are always a harbringer of his deepest sleep. The hardest part was deciding to extricate myself from his warmth and get on with my afternoon, rather than giving in to a nap myself.<\/p>\n He awoke two hours later in a foul mood, entirely too aware of my duplicitousness. “Mommy,” he whined, yawning and indignant, “I didn’t want to take a nap.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Sadly, I may be the first, but I certainly won’t be the last woman to use my wicked ways to trick the poor boy into doing my will.<\/p>\n Bonus conversation!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Tristan has suddenly discovered the Disney movie Toy Story <\/a>and runs around the house shouting things like, “To infinity and beyond!” and “I’m Buzz Lightyear. I come in peace.”<\/p>\n Today, while I was pulling on my boots and coat to come to work, the boys were bouncing about nearby.<\/p>\n Me, enveloping Tristan in a bear hug:<\/strong> “I love you, Tristan. Have a great day!” Me, turning to Simon:<\/strong> “And you, Woody! You have a great day, too.” Isn’t it ironic that for Simon, the number one way to ruin an otherwise lovely afternoon is the intrusion of a two hour nap, and yet for me, the number one way to make an otherwise lovely afternoon absolute perfection is the indulgence of a two hour nap. (Did you hear that the French government … Continue reading “An ode to naps”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-772","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ah-me-boys"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/772","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=772"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/772\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=772"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=772"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=772"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Tristan:<\/strong> “I’m not Tristan, I’m Buzz Lightyear!”
Me:<\/strong> “Right. Okay, Buzz, have a great day.”<\/p>\n
Simon, indignantly:<\/strong> “I’m not Woody! I’m Mr Potato Head!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"