I'm hiding behind the cow, see?
And now, a word from Kris: Across America, babies are taking naps... long, restorative, two and even three hours naps. But not at Hacienda Willcox. No, my daughter and I seem to be cut from the same cloth on this one; I never liked taking naps as a small child, and apparently neither does Audrey. This week I went back to the sleep books-- I have such a complicated, fraught relationship with these books-- and the internet boards to figure out how I could gently, or maybe not-so-gently, get her to nap in her crib. She's developed several of the dreaded habits we were warned about: only wants to sleep in our arms, or in a swing, likes to be nursed to sleep and doesn't "self soothe" back to sleep when she wakes. A classic "Nipper Napper." So I'm trying some tough love, Ferber style. It's really hard to put her in her crib and let her cry for a while, but I don't believe she's getting all the sleep she really needs, and I very much want some regularity in our days, for my own sake. I'm still deeply divided about which sleep philosophy I subscribe to. Wish it did not seem to be a choice between two extremes. So I'll report back on our progress. Today, Audrey won-- there was almost zero napping. Wish us luck.