Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Siley - The Update Part I

I went to get Silas up from a nap recently and found him in a most dishonorable state.

And it wasn't the first time.

It started just with the socks, then he graduated to shirt removal. Then pants.

I knew it was just a matter of time...

The last time it happened, I was up in his room, reading him the riot act (2-year old style) and Calvin ran up to get in on the action.

Calvin: Oh look! Silas threw his animals out of his crib! ha ha!
Mommy: (grrrr) No, I threw them out.
Calvin: Why?
Mommy: Because Silas took his clothes off and went pee-pee in his crib.
Calvin: Oh, well I wondered why it smelled like urine in here.

I could just end this post right there, because it pretty much sums up my life.
I say "pee-pee", Calvin says "urine".

Who taught him the word "urine"? I can't even say it with a straight face!

As you can imagine, and maybe you know from experience, it's no fun stripping sheets off a crib every day.

I put on my thinking cap.

I came up with this:

Nap jammies.

{Or, as Ruby would say, "Nap pajams".}

He rocks them daily, between 1 and 3.

The first time he wore them I went to get him from his nap and he said, "I tuck! I doe no? I tuck! I doe no?"

He was stuck.
He didn't know how to get unstuck.

Poor lil' Thang.

The funny thing is? He's never been a better napper.

Heck, homeboy's never been happier with life in general!

Believe me now?

It almost makes me think I need a pair.