Naps optional

Welcome to Casa de NoNap.

Apparently, naps are for six-week-olds. Seven-week-olds, they do not take naps. Must be for babies. And since Jack is clearly seven weeks old tomorrow, he felt confident testing the system.

Today, the child refused to take a nap for longer than 10 minutes at a time. He slept a total of two hours between the hours of 8:15 a.m. and 8:15 p.m., when we finally put him down for the night.

He ate every 90 minutes for four hours, and then decided to stretch it out to two hours by bedtime.

Today was the day I planned to get him on a schedule.

Hahahahahahahaha. HA. Schedule. Good one.

He also decided it was a good time to wake up at 5:15 a.m. and then fuss for the next three hours off and on. I was working on five hours sleep during today's Nap Strike 2006, so it was good times.

He wasn't crabby and he wasn't really all that fussy. He just wanted to stay up and hang out. We played and sang songs and read books and all that jazz, so I can see why he thought I might do all these things without him while he was sleeping. He didn't want to miss out on anything.

By 4 p.m., I was sick of playing the "put him down in his crib, respond to wailing 10 minutes later" game. So I called his father.

Amy: "When can I pick you up from work?"
Jack in the background: "WAH"
Josh: "Oh well, uh, I am getting a ride. There's a Happy Hour tonight."
Amy: (Gouging out eyeball with fork) "Oh. OK then. Well, uh, can you not stay long? Your son, he is not about the naps today. In fact, he has not taken one."

He agreed to make it quick.

At 6:45 p.m., another conversation took place.

Amy: "You know, I would really like to drink as well. Unfortunately, I have a CRYING KID ON MY BOOB."
Josh: "I am coming home right now."

When he got home, we gave the child his bath and Josh graciously got him ready for bed. He told me to go take some time for myself. So I ran to Walmart and Bed Bath and Beyond, got gas and then grabbed some food on the way home. Whooo boy, I really know how to tear it up when I have some time to myself.

When I came home, Josh got him to sleep on the second try. Figures. Just call him the "Baby Whisperer."