I dearly love a good nap on a Saturday afternoon. When Baby was little, we snoozed for a good couple hours every Saturday. Naps haven't ended but it takes a SERIOUS amount of effort lately to get him down. Like I mean I REALLY need a nap after I get him to sleep. Bedtime is great. He lays down and goes to sleep. Nap...not so much. It takes tears, prayers, an act of Congress, negotiations, milk, more milk, and a level of exhaustion that can't be denied to reach nap the past few weekends. He has become an avid fighter of home naps and my heart is breaking! Ha!
Me: Pretending to be asleep 😴
Him: Pats my face softly "Momma, momma...luh youuu!"
Me: Tries to be strong...can't. "Momma loves you too. Close your eyes and take a nap."
Him: Makes car sounds, blows spit bubbles, kicks legs, changes positions 10 times, says every word he knows X2, makes animal sounds after each animal named, pats my face..."momma...milk?"
Me: I am strong...😴
Him: "Momma...luh youuu. Momma, momma, mommmmmmmaaaa, milk?"
Me: "ok, I'll get you some milk but then you have to take a nap."
Him: drinks milk..."tank u momma"
Me:" You're welcome...now take a nap. Momma loves you."
Him: "Luh uuuuu momma" closes eyes!
Me: yes...he's going to sleep!
Him: "Dinosaur" (yes, he can say dinosaur incredibly well for a 2yr old) "dinosaur (X50)"
Me: Pretending to be asleep 😴
Him: flips around to stick his feet in my face "mell momma...eewwwe"
Me: Pretending to be asleep 😴
Him: flips back around to open my eyelids
Me: giggles...(very bad move btw!)
Him: giggles and stands up to jump and clap...oh it's party time now! Momma is awake and she's laughing!!
Me: "Do you wanna go to sleep by yourself, in your bed?"
Him: Lays down quickly
Me: Pretending to be asleep 😴
Him: repeats every known word X3, 500 position changes, pats to my face feel less full of love 😂, "Momma...1 more milk...peeeeze!"
Me: "Fine...1 more drink of milk, but then it's seriously time to take a nap"
Him: drinks milk...closes eyes...FINALLY falls asleep!
Me: "Thank you Jesus!" Moves him to his bed. 😴😴😴
Still Me: Folds a load of laundry, washed a few dishes, pick up some toys, respond to a couple texts, grab a super quick shower, check Facebook (another big mistake btw!)..ahh now on to a nap...
Him: "Mommmaaa!"
Before you say I'm soft...I know I am! I know that I should put him in his crib for a nap and let him "cry it out". But I'm soft. Super soft. Plus, during the "cry it out" at bedtime phase, my neighbor actually messaged to make sure everything was ok! His cry sounds like he's being tortured. I happen to love the 20 times he tells me "luh u momma" while he desperately tries to avoid sleep. I miss rocking him to sleep at night and for naps already. I know these naps will eventually disappear completely and I'll miss the sweet and funny moments. So I will fight for them as long as I can. By 3 years old, it may take 25 cups of milk, and I may be getting punched in the face, but as long as he still says "luh u" and I still get rewarded with a Saturday nap or the idea of one, then the fight will go on.
