forgetful

No matter how hard I try, I can’t get Jaia to nap in the afternoon.  I’ve tried being sweet about it.  I’ve tried making the prospect of a nap fun.  I’ve even tried bribing her.  But she’s firm on the issue.  No naps.  Naps are for babies.  (I beg to differ…)

Though she refuses to go down for a nap, her fatigue often finds a way of rearing it’s ugly head.  And when I say ugly, I mean ugly.  So when she falls asleep on her own, I rarely wake her unless I have to.  Hence this:

You can imagine the looks I got as we strolled around the store.  Half were smiles, half were judgmental.  I say pick your battles.  This was one I was choosing not to fight.

And then a few days later:

And not only in one store but with a wake-up and a short drive in between:

Lucky lady.  I’d kill for a nap like this now and then.