Schedule Adjustments

With all of the nap issues lately, we decided to try something new with Charlotte’s schedule. Normally, we’d let her wake up when she pleases. If she sleeps until 7, great… if she sleeps until 9, no biggy! The issue we were having is with her napping for the rest of the day. If her schedule was pushed back too far, she’d end up skipping a nap and being super tired and cranked out or spending a lot of time in bed trying to fall asleep before naps.

So this week, we’ve been waking her up at 7 am, then down for her nap at 8:45 (she tends to fall asleep at around 9:20) and then second nap at 1:30/1:45 (she was falling asleep anywhere between 2:30 and 3).

That sounds good, right?

Well, the problem came in with her bedtime. We’d put Charlotte to bed around 7 and no matter how tired she was, she’d take until at least 8pm to fall asleep. That means that instead of getting her full 12 hours of night sleep, she’s only getting 11 because we were waking her up at 7.

Last night she fell asleep at 8 again, so we decided that we’d try to adjust her schedule. 8pm bedtime, 8am wakeup, 10am nap, then 2:30/3 nap. Voila! Right?

Well, in theory.

Unfortunately, Toby woke the entire house up at 6am to alert us that Mark had gotten home from the gym. Dang it!

I guess we’ll try again tomorrow!

A Great Communication Day

For the past week, Charlie has been searching for opportunities to throw everything. Water cup? Overboard. Paci? See ya later! Food? Go fetch! 
It’s been non stop and super obnoxious. Every meal, we’ve been telling her, “if you don’t want it just hand it to mommy/daddy”… Usually, she confirms her understanding by chucking one more piece of food on the floor.

Anyway, this morning was the opposite. It was a glorious, wonderful, peaceful morning.

Charlie signed for more food. More food she got. Charlie signed for water, water she received. And then, like it was my birthday, she just held out the cup and patiently waited for me to collect it as I crossed the kitchen. When I reached for the cup, she just handed it to me… Gently… Instead of half throwing / half shoving it at me.

She ate a little more and then looked up as she signed all done. 

We cleared her plate, cleaned her up and she was off.

I literally just stood in the kitchen for a moment or two just soaking in the glory. No frustration, no bending over to pick things up, no ending mealtime early. Just a nice, peaceful meal.

What more can one ask for?