the nap time fight song....

amelia has decided that she is too old, too big, too grown up for nap time. where is my baby? just last week i was bragging to a friend about how "my baby takes 4 naps a day and hits the hay by 9pm at the latest...." so i jinxed myself, apparently.

this weekend has been next to unbearable for napping. i know amelia is tired, she is rubbing her eyes and making her little sleepy cooing noises. so i make sure she has a clean diaper and she's been fed and off to her crib she goes. screaming ensues. crying begins. a downright tantrum has happened before my eyes. this girl is going nuts in her crib! she will roll onto her tummy and then won't have enough room to do her odd little pushup thing to get back on to her back, so i have to go in to calm her from the dreaded tummy time and start the whole charade over again!

we have tried everything, and i literally almost spend $200 this weekend on ordering a nap nanny.... until i read it's not safe for crib use. so then i told caleb to take the harness/buckle off her swing from storage and sew it to her crib sheets. i'm sure child services will be knocking on my door minutes after i click "publish this post."

caleb finally swaddled our enormous six month old child in a queen size flannel sheet. oh how i would give anything to have gotten that picture, but i was so f.r.a.z.z.l.e.d. that i couldn't think of anything beyond closing my eyes to silence....

that silence was gone momentarily. the swaddle was too hot. so amel came to bed with us. we co-slept her first month while we were traveling from oregon to north carolina and loved it. well, she's way too big, way too fiesty, and apparently loves to play at all hours of the night. she was quickly banished from mommy and daddy's bed.

she did finally nod off but was up at five.a.m. this morning on my.day.off. after an hour of play and a bottle, she went to sleep (not willingly, see above) for another 4 hours and re-started our day at a more mommy-friendly time. she is now napping, again, not willingly.

pray for my sanity, friends.