The bumbo allows me to access all the toys at once.
Yeah, that's drool on my chin. What about it?
Plastic rings. Oh, it just doesn't get better than this.
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.
