Death by Screaming

Wow.

So, when we last met, I--your fearless author--was informing you of the forthcoming Epic Battle of Wills part 2 as we try to get the Boy on a schedule.

Wednesday went ok. An hour nap in the morning, 2 hours in the afternoon and down for the count at 7:30 (a bit ahead of schedule but better than late).

Yesterday? Oh dear. It's a wonder we all made it out alive. The Boy launched his first offensive regarding the morning nap, which he would not (WOULD NOT) take. There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, there was kicking, there was banging his head against my arm and chest. It was decidedly unpleasant but not unexpected.

Oh how naive I am. I honestly thought that since he hadn't napped that morning he would snooze the afternoon away. I had (perhaps) underestimated my opponent but no more. After the 3 hour screaming bombardment I now know what I am up against. He took no afternoon nap, and he followed up the screaming with yet more screaming in the evening. I attempted to capture photographic evidence of his tactics, but alas, he foiled me again.

As for today? Well, today we went grocery shopping (which means he missed his morning nap) and he howled for an hour before I would put him down for his afternoon nap (thankfully, I was in the shower at the time--thank you Gina!). He slept for 2 and half hours--conceding the battle but not the war, I'm sure--and we have resumed our Epic Battle of Wills. He's currently fussing in his crib. Tonight should prove interesting as we are going out and we are taking him with us.

I'll keep you abreast of further developments. For now, here's one of the highlights of the last day of September. The Boy, the Agnes and the Husband...