Harper fell off the couch today. We were folding laundry, and she went over backwards, landing on her head. She lost her balance while she was putting on my panties. The good news is that she is fine, and she can dress herself (but only in my undergarments.)
Then, our dramatic transition to the big girl bed continued. So far, she will only go to sleep in there if someone is laying down with her. This is getting old for everyone. Everyone but her, that is. These last two days, I've let her cry it out for naps. Normally, I think it is o.k. to cry, and normally crying results in sleep. Well, someone apparently does not understand she is suppose to be crying and sleeping. Nap time goes like this:
30 minutes of stories and snuggles, plenty of opportunity to fall asleep with me there
30 minutes of playing with books by herself
Boredom
Figure out how to open door
*WHOOP IT UP PARTY TIME* "Doggy! Downstairs!"
10 minutes of stories
30 minutes of playing with something that sounds remarkably like silverware and trying to move the bookcase to a more desirable location
Boredom
Figure out how to open door
*WHOOP IT UP PARTY TIME* "Bee-bo! Peek-a-boo! 5, 6, 7, 8... 7, 8... 7. 8! Peek-a-boo!"
End of nap time
Yesterday, she fell asleep for about 20 minutes. By the massive sleep on her face, I presume she passed out on the floor. Ah, big girl bed, you are not my friend at all.
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