...my children aren't taking naps anymore.
It's all for the best that Sydney doesn't nap. On her new no-nap schedule she goes to bed between 8 and 8:30 and then doesn't wake up until 8 in the morning. I'm all about sleeping in, so I'm glad to see I've won her over to my side (which is to say, not the side that Jason is on, the side that wakes up before the sun comes up to go play basketball or run or bike half a marathon or something).
Sweet little Julianne, however, needs to take a nap. I need her to take a nap. I need her to not be wandering all over the house, ripping everything from everywhere and destroying anything that can be destroyed. Syd and I need a break from the adorableness that exudes from Jules. I mean, really. Too much adorableness in one day is exhausting. Just ask us. We need to wallow in the regular. Certainly, Sydney is chock full of cuteness and hilarity and fabulousness, but she offsets all that with throwing a fit every once in awhile. Plus, I can count on a good solid hour of just doing my own thing (reading, grading, blogging, napping) while she is fully immersed in the world of musicals. At the moment, her most favorite movie is "Singing in the Rain," and so has been a daily fixture at our house for, oh, three weeks. That Gene Kelly. He's kind of adorable too.
Where was I?
Jules takes a 20 minute nap a day. Per day. At one shot. The end.
I find it near impossible to get anything done. I've tried just letting her cry in her crib until she goes back to sleep, but then she cries for 40 minutes until the hour is up and I go get her. Also, Sydney doesn't help matters by notifying me every minute or so that "Jules is crying Jules is crying Jules is crying Jules is crying." It's fun around her. Real fun.
Fortunately--and I forgot to mention this earlier--but we have Rebekah living with us, who is a full-time student as well as our trusty, amazing, wonderful nanny who takes care of the girls while I'm teaching. Some evenings, if her homework is mostly done, she comes in and entertains the girls while I'm attempting to make dinner. OR! She makes us dinner. No, you can't have her. And yes, we love her to pieces.
So, yes, we're not taking naps around here. Kind of crabby about that. Even though Jules is going to bed at 8, it's little consolation because I'm ready to go to bed around that time too. I'm hoping that this is just a phase, and eventually she'll figure out that the house is a happier place to be when we all get to have a little quiet time to ourselves.