Busy boy. Have I been writing that on your posts for two years now? It sure feels like it. If you had it your way, I would only refer to you as Triceratops, T-Rex, Stegosaurus or one of the other twenty or so dinosaurs that you can name and I cannot. You are dinosaur crazy. So dinosaur crazy that you sleep with hard plastic dinosaurs. You will watch only Dino Dan on TV. You can tell us which dinosaurs eat what. You mimic their sounds and even play with your little dinos. Obsessed.
To fuel this obsession, we also got you a dinosaur quilt for your big boy bed (twin mattress on the ground). That's right, the crib is gone. You climbed out of it about a month ago. I put you back in, but you were back over faster than I could turn around. Uncle. You go to sleep at night with no problem. You do usually wake up at least once in the night and need a little reassurance. Nap time has been a different story. You have just resisted, with all of your might. I'd just wash my hands of the nap (though I do love taking one too), but you then fall asleep before dinner and are a tyrant for the rest of the day. You trash your room, throw toys and clothes and diapers and wipes everywhere. You rip things off of the wall. You take books off of the shelves. You climb on furniture and find dangerous things (nail clippers and scissors). You covered yourself in Vaseline Really. So, we took everything fun out of your room, bought blackout curtains, out a door knob lock on your door and kept on trying. For a week, you have taken a nap every day. Sometimes it takes an hour for you to fall asleep, but it is happening.
Oh, and more big changes- you have quit the paci! Your beloved paci! You started chewing on them and tearing holes in them. So, I started throwing them away. One day you took a nap without one and didn't ask for one that night either. By the time you asked for one in the middle of the night, I just told you that you chewed them all and that they were all gone. That worked. I think it has been a week now. It is funny how much we stressed over this change and you just took it in stride.
You love reading (especially The Very Hungry Caterpillar), swinging, playing with dinosaurs, and making Sissy laugh. You have started playing with your friends and you pride yourself in sharing. Your vocabulary is amazing, but we cannot always understand you still. Oh, and you LOVE to climb - on everything.
Nashy, we love you so. You crack us up constantly. You are testing at every turn, learning constantly, and being a great boy.
I love you,
Mom
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