Sweet, Sweet Gabe.
The boy who cut Malachi’s favorite blankey while he was asleep…
The boy who taught me the value of a good quality diaper…
The boy who likes to create new recipes in the kitchen…
The boy that I desperately need a two hour mid-day recuperation break from…
Has no more need for a nap.
I figured this out the hard way.
When we were putting him down for bed at 7:30 every night with the rest of the kids, he wasn't really falling asleep. When Chris and I would go to bed at 11 or 12 we would find him still awake, rearranging furniture or unrolling toilet paper rolls.
That was my clue that he was getting too much nap during the day.
So we kissed naptime goodbye a few weeks ago.
And now he passes out by 8pm.
And sleeps a glorious 12 solid hours at night.
But I also can’t get a dad-blamed thing done all day.
Yeah, this is me complaining.