The biggest cliche in the world is “they grow up so fast”, but GUYS. He’s starting to TALK to me, and I’m not ready. He pointed at the seat of the bench this morning and said, “Ant.” Sure enough, there was an ant. A couple of minutes later, he pointed at the sidewalk. “Two ant.” Then we got home, and he told me what song he wanted to hear. “Elmo. La la.” (That’s “Elmo’s Song”, lyrics: “La la la la, Elmo’s song.” Speaking of Elmo, I think I figured out how he manages to be every toddler’s favorite muppet. Ready? He speaks in the third person. He says his own name ALL THE TIME. “Elmo doesn’t like rainy days. They make Elmo sad.”)
Jack appears to be growing too quickly for his naps, though. Today, instead of napping, he learned to say “oh no”. We haven’t had a nap of any kind for the last four days. He’s had only two crib naps in the month of June, two naps in the car (not on purpose, but welcome), and three naps in the stroller. If you’re doing the math, that’s 10 days without naps.
I keep googling variations on “how do you know when your toddler is ready to give up naps” (and I want to throttle the parents writing articles that start with “My 4 year old has recently started to resist naps”), and what I’m finding is what I already knew. He REALLY still needs this nap – it’s important for development. He’s only 21 months old, and he’s TIRED midday. I just can’t get him to sleep in his ####### crib.
I KNOW it’s not my fault (except maybe it is?), and I KNOW it’s not the end of the world, but if I’m failing at anything parenthood-wise, it’s this.
NOT failing! He’s just not an easy sleeper. Never has been. Blame me. According to my mom, i gave up naps early but I was willing to play quietly beside her while she napped. And I was always a terrible night sleeper. From my earliest memories (3 or so?), I had trouble going to sleep—unless my mother would lie down with me—and I always woke up in the middle of the night to crawl into bed with my parents. Sleep training? Bah! EverY child is different.
Taking you up on that offer. Consider yourself blamed.
Hey, if Mom’s offering, definitely blame her. 😉