My independant little boy proved he may be independant but not quite as "big" of a "big boy" as I thought he was.
Naptime yesterday was a roaring disaster. Actually it ended with me being more frustrated with my son then I ever have been in his short life. I put him down for a nap, closed his door and went about what I had planned (important things like a shower). He stopped crying after 3 minutes, so I thought this was going well. I put batteries in the other baby monitor so that I could take it in the bathroom to hear him while I showered. He was playing happily, so I let him. I figured even if he didn't nap he would be spending his normal nap time in his room playing and he would atleast stay in the routine. By the end of an hour and a half, I heard a very large crash. (perhaps it was my paranoia, but it sounded huge to me).
I found my son underneath a leaning dresser (thank goodness the crib was next to it!) and he looked up at me with a totally confused look on his face. Best guess is he attempted to scale the empty dresser. (It was an extra one we just stuck in there for the time being.) I also got the first look at his room. I should have taken a picture. It literally looked like his changing table, his toy box and his dresser had thrown up. No wonder he was so quite. :-/.
After cleaning up his room then making him lunch I realized this was a fight I am just not ready for. I was going to wait for Chris to get home to put the crib rail back on, but lunch time proved to be an opportune time to do it myself. Lets just say that his lunch of chicken chunks and bananna ended up on the floor and ketchup was EVERYWHERE. Add that to the frustration of having to clean his room, I was pretty much steaming. I reinstalled his crib rail, and changed his clothes and he went to bed. He ended up taking an almost 3 hour nap.
I guess in this war of growing up and changes the score after this battle is: Junior:1 Mommy: 0
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