They happen.
I am pretty sure that Abbey & Dylan have somehow worked together to figure out a tag team system of napping and whining. When one fell asleep, the other woke up. When one was finally content, the other became inexplicably irate. We read "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" today (one of Abbey's favorites), and I felt like we were living it!
Abbey really, really wanted me to paint my fingernails after I painted my toenails. I generally don't do that. First of all, between laundry and dishes, I chip them within hours most of the time, and also I don't have much time to dry them. I also generally paint my toenails at night, when the kids are asleep. But Abbey was in the mood for make-up, and since that meant she wasn't whining, we went with make-up. Abbey had chosen my purple nail polish, which happens to be one of those 50 second drying time polishes. I figured I would have time for that. Dylan had just fallen asleep. After successfully keeping Abbey far enough away from my fingers to ensure that she didn't pass out from nail polish fumes, I began to screw the top onto the polish. 50 seconds until they were dry. 3 seconds later, Dylan woke up. God knew what He was doing when He made them the cutest kids in the world.
yes, she took a nap
yes, that is a plastic-coated, paper banana that is a part of one of her books
yes, it stayed clamped between her teeth for the whole hour she slept
I don't mess with her naps
he's barely crawling, but he wants to stand up
he really wants to stand up
so much that he gets really mad when it doesn't work
two band-aids (no serious injuries)
a cup of milk
toast & pineapple
a super soft blanket
30 seconds later, she was crying that she wanted her blanket
it was still around her body
it was one of those days
"...some days are like that. Even in Australia." (Judith Viorst)
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