I put him in his crib around 2:30pm for a nap, which is already later than normal. About 3:30, I went in his room to see him pulling all of his clothes out of his drawer and throwing them on the ground. So, I thought he would take a nap with me (normally works), but 45 minutes later with 4 warnings and no success, we got up and Zeph ran around. And jumped. And talked. And ate. And played.
Now, at 9:45pm the house is finally quiet with the exception of my keypad punching. 9:45 people. Not so happy about that.
Speaking of "not being happy", when we got up from our "nap", Zeph asked me, "how ya doin?" My reply was, "I'm not happy. I am not happy that you didn't take a nap." He then repeated his question several times until I changed my reply to, "I'm happy." (he was pretty darn cute). His response? "oh, ok." And that was that.
The one thing I can happily say about this sleepless afternoon/evening is that I am blessed to have a child that is rarely cranky when tired.
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