Day one:
After a brief, but loud, fight from Braydon, he fell asleep as if he had been waiting for nap time his whole life. He woke up happy and refreshed. That night he didn't go to sleep until 11pm, but it was due to a meteor shower party we had under the stars.
Day two:
Mommy forgot. Braydon remembered at 2pm. I tried to get him to lay down. He wasn't tired. Fearing that a nap too late in the day would keep him up all night, with no valid excuse, I gave up.
Day three:
Mommy's birthday and erronds to run. (This is the day we went to the preschool for a second time, but left frusterated.) On our way to meet my mother for a birthday lunch (around 12:30pm) Braydon passed out in the car. Nap time. The car broke down. I woke him up. Nap time over. This day sucked. Braydon went to sleep only about 20 minutes later than his bedtime. And for the first time in his life, layed in bed awake by himself and fell asleep on his own. This and the birthday flowers he gave me in the morning, turned the day around.
Today is day four. Braydon is quietly playing in the living room and I am about to offer him a snack before I attempt to have him take a nap. We shall see.
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