Out of energy, I flopped myself down on the couch. Of course, that’s about when my son woke up from his nap. One of the older children retrieved him from his crib, and he found me.
Rather than demand I get up and play with him, he gave me a stuffed kitten and laid his beloved blankie across my back.
“Should I read you a story?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I said.
He grabbed the book, Dear Zoo, and read it quite well from memory.
“Would you like a song now?” he asked. Read the rest of this entry
This may come as a shock to readers, but my two-year-old is not fond of napping. When I announced naptime, he hid behind the Curtain of Invisibility.
Taking a nap (Photo credit: JohnFinn)
My nearly three-year-old daughter is transitioning away from taking naps. She yawns in the afternoons but isn’t tired enough to actually fall asleep. When she laid down on the couch and pulled a blanket on herself, I held my arms out to her and asked, “Do you want me to carry you to your room for a nap?”
She brushed my hands away and said, Read the rest of this entry
Motherhood and Martial Arts 