January 2, 2005

BABY IN PERIL!

Today Miss Maisy launched a full-scale NAP ANNIHILATION CAMPAIGN, and THE NAP was declared to be an enemy of the people. She introduced into a congress a BILL whereby the time previously set aside for NAP would be instead devoted to rampant lollipop consumption and cat-torturing. Congress, made up of Sam, approved. But the the president, made up of me-n-Scott said, HA HA NICE TRY---VEEEEETO! And stuffed her little buns into the bed.

We took her to bed, and she protested mightily, but her cries for mercy fell like grass seed upon the stony, barren soil of our hearts, and there they withered. She was given a doll and a drink and left there.

A few minutes later we heard her yelling HELP! HELP! HELP! at the top of her little voice. The top of Maisy's voice is like unto the top of Kilimanjaro in that it is VERY VERY VERY high, and like VOLUME KNOB SETTING ELEVEN, in that it is VERY loud. One louder than ten, in fact.

HELP! HELP! HELP! We naturally assumed she had dropped her sippy cup, and went to assist her.

She had not, in fact, dropped her sippy cup. Maisy's little bed is nestled in a bay window, and she had climbed up to stand on TOP of her headboard. Then she had inserted her entire body in between the blinds and the window. She was spreadeagled there, her little hands BRACED into the sides of the window to help her maintain balance, and her face pressed desperately into the glass. She was looking down at the street and crying out for rescue from the populace. A small crowd of neighborhood children had gathered in our yard and were staring up at her as she plaintively bleated at volume 11 for rescue from the horrors we were perpetrating upon her tiny person. Namely, NAP TIME. But the kids didn't KNOW that and I SHUDDER to imagine the dinnertable conversations going on RIGHT NOW in the houses surrounding us.

If Child Protective Services doesn't come by and snatch up my children before I can thrust them into shoes and head out to see Lemony Snicket, I am going to call this a good day.

Posted by joshilyn at January 2, 2005 6:12 PM
Comments

What did I tell you about tormenting the children? Huh? Do you even REMEMBER? Never where others can see you! Sheesh.

Posted by: Mir at January 2, 2005 7:38 PM

ROFL- Painfully adorable AND resourceful - man are you in trouble!

Posted by: Amy at January 2, 2005 8:42 PM

*snort* Haydn only takes naps when he is so tired he falls over now. I miss regular nap time.

Posted by: Heather at January 2, 2005 8:45 PM

Yep, Sammi is 26 months and she gave up her afternoon naps months ago. Weekends she barely naps at all, she lovingly wants to make sure that we get as much time with her as humanly possible. Couple that with molars, winter colds, and her enhanced vocabulary, "Dada, rub my feet please". Best of luck with it. You are going to get so much quality time with her now *wink*.

Posted by: Shawn B. at January 2, 2005 9:24 PM

Amy's right that's incredibly resourceful. Oh and moohahaha see if your local library has any opera DVD's available for borrowing. hee hee hee hee hee hee

Posted by: Klint at January 3, 2005 1:30 AM

Now would be a good time to check and see if YOU were like this at her age. That is, *grins wickedly* if you really WANT to know. heeheehee.

Posted by: David at January 3, 2005 8:10 AM