The No Nap Wonder
I took Tin and Loca around the bayou this morning and we ran into my doctor who lives across the way – she said she had been seeing the stroller and thought we had finally adopted. She said there is nothing like it and she’s right. Then I went to do yoga and came back to do all the things Saturday beckons – put on a big pot of red beans, baked some of the last of the butternut squash, used the left over cut up onions to make some wild rice, vacuumed the floor, wash the clothes, fold and unload the dishwasher, load it, take the plants out – water them, all this with Tin in my pouch. Then we had lunch and then I put him down for his nap.
Only there was no nap – there was just restless blabbing and I read a chapter in the book on one year old and beyond, about how to do with the fact that they are fighting to become independent but are still very dependent so everything is a challenge from changing diapers to putting on clothes to naps to whatnot. And that’s where we are – he is cutting a tooth and the drooling floodgates are drawn and the irritation he has right now is tantamount to my having pulled his tooth through his gums myself.
Now I need a nap.