When you are two years old, you nap. Every day. Unless you are Julia.
Today, for the first time in a very, very, long time she fell asleep when I put her down for her nap. You see, I continue to believe that she will nap, even though she doesn't...
I am NOT accepting the fact that she is done napping.
Today, after she woke up at 5:45 a.m. and we took a big walk around the park, and she had her friend Brody over to play, I put her in her crib and said "goodnight, my Squee."
I didn't hear her cry, I didn't hear her yell "Maaaammma" for an hour, I didn't see her standing up in her crib.
No fussing, no fighting, no crying, no whining. Just boom!
Asleep.
Aaaaahhhhhhhh.