(I wrote this at the beginning of Sept, but never published. You guys just have no idea how many things I write and never publish. On that point, you should probably thank me.)
About once a week Felicity tries, and usually succeeds, at skipping a nap.
This is not something I encourage, of course.
Today was skip day, apparently.
After yelling “Mmoooooo-em.” every five minutes for an hour, I finally went to see what the deal was.
She smiled. And then I noticed she was not in the state in which I had placed her there, an hour ago.
“What did you do?”
She looked momentarily worried, but then gingerly pointed outside her crib to everything that used to be inside the crib. Including her diaper.
And to think I was considering putting her in a regular bed soon.