The lack of naps has taken its toll on Baby B.
Last night, after a full day of revelling, he crashed on the couch right in the middle of a television show he wouldn't have been watching had he had enough energy to protest. Simone carried him upstairs, put him down on her bed, removed his clothing, changed his diaper, put on his pajamas and brushed his teeth. Other than a couple of half-hearted sucks at the toothbrush, he slept through the entire ordeal. Simone plopped him into his bed a few minutes later.
Fast forward to morning. Very early morning. 5 am. Okay, so that may not constitute "early" for some people, but it does for Simone. Baby B began hammering the wall with his heels. He'd had enough sleep!
By the time Simone dragged herself to get Baby B out of bed, she noticed that the child did not look very rested. In fact, he looked pretty well ready for a nap. He ate his breakfast well enough but then his behaviour began to show signs of strain.
He didn't want to come down the stairs to put his boots on.
He didn't want his jacket on.
He didn't want to go out the door.
He didn't want to go to the car.
He didn't want to go in his car seat.
He didn't want... well, at this point, Simone tuned out the wails. They headed to a clinic where they had an appointment and by the time they reached the building, Baby B had calmed down. He walked into the building, pushed the elevator buttons, walked into the offices and sat down on the chair next to Nan. Just as he settled in, they were called into the doctor's office. There ended Baby B's good mood.
He didn't want to go into the doctor's office.
He didn't want to calm down.
He didn't want to be quiet.
He didn't want his ears inspected.
He didn't want the doctor near him.
He didn't want a sticker.
Oh, wait! He did want a sticker!
NO!!!! He didn't want a sticker!
Sum total? Baby B fell asleep in the car on the way home and he's STILL napping two hours later. Maybe he wasn't completely ready to give up sleepies yet...
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