We try to keep Little Man on a pretty regular schedule. It helps.
But sometimes, he just doesn't want to lie down and take a nap. He'll cry and start throwing things out of his crib. Books... toys... whatever he's got in there with him.
I was watching him one Saturday afternoon. When it was time for his nap, I lied down myself and took a nap in the room with him. I figured that way he wouldn't feel like his was missing anything.
I had my back turned to him. He fussed a bit, and I could hear a few toys hitting the floor, but eventually he fell asleep.
After a nice nap, I wake up and look over at him.
And the boy ain't got no pants on.
Now, when I put him down, he definitely had pants on. But at some point, he must have taken them off himself.
And thrown them at me.
2 comments:
HA!
When is it exactly that we go from hating naps to loving them? Just wondering.
I think it's a boy's version of throwing shoes. Dylan has a pants thing as well.
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