No naps in six days, guys. SIX. DAYS. And Jack has woken up four of the last six nights. We are all still sane (we think – would we know?), but Jack has the darkest circles under his eyes. It’s so sad. Today, he tried the poop method again. It wasn’t a constant barrage, but “Poop. POOP.” was interspersed regularly with “Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama” and “Hello tree?” (“Hello tree” is his request to open the skylight shade, which he knows signals the end of the nap. When I answer with “No, night-night tree”, he gives a giant wail of despair.) Anyway, he kept saying poop and I kept not smelling poop and then a half-hour later he was no longer lying to me.
Maybe it was luck (on his part), maybe he noticed he had to go and was telling me (a milestone), or maybe he willed himself to poop to get out of nap time (a superpower). Regardless, that was it for nap time today.
Things were going so well!