...because I just HAD to stay at the mall and try on ONE last pair of shoes instead of strapping the child into the car and forcing him to sleep. And then, even though I was a good girl and resisted making any rash purchases, THE CHILD WOULD. NOT. SLEEP. As in, NOT AT ALL. As in, GRABBING ahold of his crib rail and JUMPING UP AND DOWN for TWENTY MINUTES. While SHRIEKING and LAUGHING. At me. Obviously.
And this was after he'd spent our time at the mall spitting water at me. And on the windows in the elevator. And on the mirror of the dressing room. And pretty much anywhere we happened to be while he was drinking water. What I'm saying? Is that I WAS READY FOR HIM TO TAKE A NAP. I'm never sure whether he's extra tired on the days he doesn't nap and thus more likely to be a total craphead (like today) or if it's that I just can't live without an hour or two to myself to reset my momclock (the one that controls sanity) and I completely lose patience when he doesn't nap. Either way, DON'T -F- WITH THE NAP is my official mantra.
On days like today, he's just lucky he's so damned cute.
This morning he immediately recruited Dave into engineer duty. Dave slept in a bit and the second he started down the stairs, Alex began the begging: "Daddy! Come here! Choo-train! Sit here! Building track! Daddy" I wish I could've taken a picture as buttassnekkid Dave crouched down on the carpet singing 'Thomas and his friends' before his morning coffee. But, alas, the man expressly forbids the portraiture of his crackage, so you'll all just have to imagine it.