Naps? We Don't Need No Stinkin' Naps!

Time was Mama and I could count on at least ninety minutes every day when The Tasmanian Devil would crash for a good ninety minutes, giving us time during daylight when we could work on something other than zone defense. No more.

For the past few weekends, Siena hasn't taken a nap that wasn't in a car on the ride home from wherever. Not that she doesn't need a siesta; when she doesn't get a nap, she burns out in the late afternoon, slamming into walls and tossing chairs until one lucky parent wrestles The Li'l Boo through a bath and into the crib. But without the peer pressure of a whole day care class going down simultaneously, Siena feels no need to drop out of the weekend's festivities for something so puerile as a nap.

What does that mean for Mama and Daddy? We've got to be more creative in our weekend activities. We need a morning and afternoon activity that will (a) get Siena out of the house, and the unoccupied parent's hair; (b) exhaust Our Little Angel so that she goes down as soon as possible that night; and, if possible (c) involve a drive of a half-hour or more between noon and two p.m., so that Siena takes some kind of nap.

Okay, not the most interesting blog. But things have been busy, and I'm catching up on stuff. I promise the next one will be more interesting. And involve dirty words.