Down one eyeball

I am now blind in one eye. Because I poked my own eyeball out with a butter knife. Which is what I said I would do if today's naps were like yesterdays.

Today? We have had one 20-minute stint and a whopping 26-minute extravaganza this afternoon.

And last night? Seemed like a perfectly great idea to wake up at 1:30 a.m. for no reason. And then fuss for an hour. I mean, really, this is groundbreaking material for the little man.

I keep a sleep chart and let me tell you, it ain't pretty. Pattern? What pattern? This kid's chart looks like a patchwork quilt, not a nice, pretty linear look at things.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, however, he is learning some new tricks (rolling over, both ways) and hitting a pretty major developmental milestone next week. And "they" say that both of those things contribute to less napping.

And it's really hard to be mad, when I go get him from the nap and he lays a huge toothless grin on me. But I try to be serious for a second and impress upon him the need to take naps.

And then he farts.

So we can see what he thinks of my authority at the ripe old age of 4 1/2 months.