Nap Time

While some of his friends have dropped their nap, Owen is definitely still in need of one.  But this summer, nap time started to be more of a struggle.  Owen would spend the first hour (or more) singing loudly, having pretend conversations, repeating things we laughed about earlier in the day, getting toys out of his cabinet: anything to deter sleep.  When he finally did fall asleep, he would sleep HARD.  (Still does.)  Sleep like I slept in the 10th grade. 

He might finally succumb to sleep around 2 or 3pm, and then we have to go in to get him up around 5pm.  Here is one of those times, moments before waking Owen from a teenager-quality slumber:

And another:

(He's also about as happy to be woken up as I was in the 10th grade.  Or now, really.)

And then.  THEN.  Owen started getting very creative with his tactics.  He began using the diaper wipes as a means of communication for how he felt about having to take a (much needed) nap.  He would take a brand new package of Seventh Generation wipes, take them all out one by one, and press the moisture into his sheets.  (This renders the wipes about as useful as a dryer sheet on the next diaper change...)

I mean, seriously?!??

We would tell him not to and would try our damnedest to remember to put the wipes where he couldn't get them, but I think that just brought more joy to getting them and doing it anyway. 

So, at 5pm, feeling happy that he had fallen asleep, we would then walk into find this:

Thankfully, this trend ended along with Summer.  (Which is really good, because, while entertaining the first time, it was getting to be both maddening and expensive.)