My goal is to get Trevor into his crib by 2pm for naptime, with no tears.
At about 1pm, he starts tugging on my sleeve while I’m just setting my lunch on the table.
“You’re all done? You’re all done? Play out back?” Trevor has never liked to let me eat in peace, ever since he was a newborn.
I leave my lunch on the table, take his outstretched hand, and together we head to the playroom at the far end of the house.
He drives one of his favorite cars, his black monster truck, up to me.
“Hi, Mommy,” he says in a deep voice.
“Hi Monster Truck, how are you today,” I reply.
“I fine,” he says in his deep voice. He drives the truck under a couch throw pillow.
“Are you playing Hide and Seek, Monster Truck?” I ask.
Trevor laughs, he’s delighted by this idea. He huddles over the pillow, protecting Monster Truck from being found, while I pretend to look around the room.
This is a game he’s invented recently, where he pretends that his toy cars can talk. I love watching his imagination grow!
We play for a couple of minutes, and then I know it’s time to put in my first “gentle reminder.”
“After we play cars, it’s time for your nap.”
“NOO! I don’t want to take a nap! Mickey Roadster Racers! First Mickey, then nap!”
“Okay. But you understand right? First Mickey, then your nap.” I grab the remote and find an episode of Trevor’s favorite show, Mickey Roadster Racers, on demand. I head back to my now-cold lunch. View Post