A Day Without a Nap

 We took Drew to see the cows this evening. After two days in a row of fighting naps, we needed to change it up. You can't tell she's grumpy, can you?

Just what the doctored ordered. Any time Drew is fussy, a mule ride through the neighborhood or down some country roads is the fix.

Drew had a big day Thursday with a trip to the zoo. I am pretty certain her nap strike is a rebellious way of saying that the last two days just haven't competed.

 "Oh hey Mama."

"Did I say Mama? I'm sorry, I definitely meant Dada."

Drew is all over saying, pointing to, and getting giddy over "Dada."

"Mama" is hit or miss.  

 I remember this every time I change your stinking diaper. I think, you know, Drew, the least you could do is give me a nice, hearty, "mama!" And mean it, of course.

 But you're all "I don't know what you're saying, as I have no language skills yet."

 Booger.

 Oh, but you can play peek-a-boo!

 And unnecessarily spot every little thing that ever was, like leaves, bird poop, leftover rice on your dress.

 Patty cake?

 Oh OK, never mind. Basically this is life with you, Drew. One thing to the next in seconds, and don't make you stay in one place too long. Move, move, move all day, every minute!

And we wouldn't have it any other way.

Cheers to a napless Saturday.