A New Approach to Napping

Things have continued to be a little nutso with Charlotte’s sleep schedule. Today and yesterday, she slept from between 7/8 pm to 8 am.

This morning, we decided to try to go back to our original sleep bible, “Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child” for some advice on handling the nap debacle. The book confirms that this transitional period sucks… surprise! But it also suggested putting the babe down for a 1-2 hour “rest” in the morning and then a nap in the afternoon.

The “rest” is essentially quiet crib time. If she sleeps, great. If not, no biggy. But regardless, you limit the time. Charlotte did not fall asleep during her rest time today, but she was quiet (after she screamed for the first 2 minutes) and happy for the full hour.

Then, we played a little, had lunch and hung out and started the wind down/bottle/book/pre-nap routine at aroud 1:10. By 1:30, Charlotte was totally out. Now, it’s 4:30 and she’s just waking up.

Not too shabby!!

I think tomorrow I’ll try to start the pre-nap routine closer to 12:45, but otherwise, I think things worked really well.

Fingers crossed that bedtime goes well tonight and she manages to sleep until 8 again tomorrow.

Here you go, Dada…

I had a meeting last night, so Mark was on Daddy duty. After feeding Charlie a giant meal, he got her all nice and clean in the bath. Post-bath, it was time for jammies and nighttime routine, BUT since we desperately need to do Charlotte’s laundry, Mark was forced to go scrounging for baby jammies.

He did his thing, putting her clothes away and looking for her jams, as Charlotte quietly enjoyed some naked time on the floor.

I have no idea how much time passed since Mark had looked at C, but the next time he looked down, sweet Charlotte was looking up at Daddy, trying to hand him something with a bit of a distraught look on her face.

He leaned over a bit… “OH GOD!”

He sniffed the gift and immediately grabbed her so she’d drop it… it was POOP!

With Daddy looking away, Miss Charlotte pooped (and peed) on the ground and then picked up the poo to hand to Daddy.

All I can say, is that I’m SO glad that happened on Daddy’s watch and not mine!

Yuck!