This morning, L woke up to a slightly wet bed. We had taken precautions and put shorts on over her disposable last night, but apparently this diaper was a little faulty. It left the telltale signs of discolored rings in random spots across her freshly laundered sheets. I made a mental note to change her sheets and wash them after she’d showered and ate. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until nap time that I realized the extra sheet was dirty. Awesome. I threw her bedding in the washer and settled on the idea of trying to get L to take a nap with me, in my bed. She’s not much on cuddling (if it’s not on her terms), and this was definitely not on her terms. She screamed, wailed, whined, thrashed her feet, and tried to forcefully remove my arm that was holding her down. Of course, this wasn’t the REAL upset crying as she stopped every five seconds to evaluate my response – which was nothing. I began to sing my made up version of “Hush little baby,” which changes every time because not only can I not remember the original version, but it was always a little boring for my tastes. She quieted down, putting her thumb in her mouth and her Gigi blanky over her eyes. Then, with her extra hand, she reached over her body and squeezed my nose. I kept singing, unaffected. So, she grabbed my nose, this time not letting go. I giggled, she giggled, we giggled. She tenderly brushed a few wisps of hair over my face, and then off again, wrinkling her nose as they tickled. She’d giggle, turning her head so she could escape from the hair she’d unleashed and rub the sensation from her eyes and nose. It was perfect. “It’s time to go to sleep,” I whispered. Her response was to make an “L shape” with her hand and offer me her thumb. We giggled again, and she brought her feet up and stuck her big toe in her mouth. More giggles. She had given up the fight a while back, and laid there being nothing but cuteness.

I thought I wanted her to nap, but this was so much better.

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