I had over a week of huge long 2-hour naps from Kate. Twice a day. Plus a normal bedtime and good nights. Den was away for a week so I’d bring her into bed with me and oh MAN is it nice having a king mattress all to ourselves! Kate had me nearby, I got to spread out, we got some good sleep! Even after Den came home, still she was taking massive naps. I figure growth spurt – she’s been a very good napper for the most part, but naps over an hour and a half are still crazy long in her world.

Yesterday she was resisting napping so I put it off and went to work with her, returning home when she had had enough and was getting close to melting down. I got her home and put her to bed and slept a long time! So long, in fact, that she didn’t want to go to bed. And I’m not talking hysterics, I’m talking she was perfectly awake and perky and happy. At midnight I finally said $@!%$@#! and went to bed with her, she finally got tired. This is why Kate doesn’t take evening naps anymore. It’s just a bad idea.

Today? Today she refused to nap. Period. I wrestled her down for all of 30 minutes while tied tight in my arms, but then she woke up and that was that. There was poo at inopportune times as I was trying to get her down, she nursed at weird times so then refused to nurse when I was trying to use the Mighty Boobs to knock her out. There was even times when I had her almost asleep, or so I thought. And then she’d twitch and start babbling to me, touching my face, and struggling to get up and crawl away. What the hell?

That time I was losing my patience and so I took a page from her book and screamed out loud, shaking my head against the pillow. Kate stared at me, and screamed back. I screamed again. She giggled. From there it disintegrated into a tickle fight, with her laughing hysterically in my ear. I thought to myself, now that’s how to deal with frustration!

She slept for maybe 30 minutes in the car. I thought, okay that’s fine, she’ll go to bed at a normal hour. Bawahahahahaha. No.

Apparently tooth #2 finally decided to make an entrance. I can feel it now, slightly above the gum line. Which explains all of the weirdness of the past two days. I hate teeth. Can’t she stay gummy forever? And why do I get a child who absolutely refuses to sleep if the slightest thing is bothering her? She’s way too much like me. (I’m the same way, to an obsessive degree. The blankets and pillows have to be just right. I can’t sleep at all if DH is snoring or the dog is licking or something is pinging outside the window.)

Yes I realize I shouldn’t post about sleep only when it’s sucky. But I feel like posting, “Awesome naps! Great nights! This rocks!!” is just begging for trouble. So instead I just look back in retrospect and think, man, that was so awesome.

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Kate is starting to move into 12M clothes. She still fits into the 9M stuff (with a few random exceptions), but she can wear some of the 12M tops and pants. It’s really weird to me because I hold up a 12M item and laugh, thinking it’s so huge. Then I put it on her and realize, no, actually, not huge. How did this happen?

Today I was looking up woven wraps – researching and looking for used ones. I was reading things about carrying a toddler and they were saying things that all applied. And I realized, oh my GOD I have a toddler. No wonder it’s getting so hard to carry her on my front – I know she must be around 19lbs now. That’s not insignificant. She’s no tiny baby anymore! I mean, I knew that, but I just never equated Kate with the pictures of people doing back carries with their toddler.