Naptime is sometimes a struggle around here, as I am sure it is in many houses not inhabited by unemployed twenty year-olds (I know I never had trouble with napping when I was an unemployed twenty year-old). But today everything seemed to go off without a hitch. Charlie always insists that he's not tired so I tell him that he can read books as long as he doesn't get down from his bed. I gave him two hard-to-destroy board books, kissed him on the head, and closed his door. I heard some thumping around, but ignored it in favor of reading my magazine. This is what I saw when I checked on him thirty minutes later:
I am impressed he made it all the way to "P was once a little pig." He also had Brown Bear Brown Bear and The Cat in the Hat. Ambitious little guy.
And Wesley usually makes a lot of noise when he's going to sleep, so I wasn't concerned this afternoon to hear him growling and screeching like a cockatoo. He eventually quieted down so I sneaked in to peek at him:
He learned to push himself into a sitting position on Tuesday but hasn't learned how to get back down yet. It has posed quite a problem during sleeping times, but I guess he found a workaround.