Baby Twerp has been having a hard time with nap time since we have moved into the new house. He is now sharing a room with his brother and he is use to having is own suite with designer furniture and the finest attire...but that was all before we moved to the projects.
Now he shares a room with his brother and nap time can become more of a fiesta than a resta. Ya know what I am saying?
So I have pulled out the pack-and-play again and placed it in the master bedroom thus separating them at nap time. This has been the sole source of me maintaining my sanity and not curling up in a ball while rocking back and forth crying for my mama.
Today after an hour I thought Baby Twerp was sound asleep. It was quiet and peaceful and the angels were singing. Then I heard the bathroom water start to run and him shout..."I need to wash my hands." Although to the untrained ear it sounded like, "Why we to dobla ma hann." I have skills.
I looked in and saw this...
Baby Twerp what have you gotten into?Oh Lord, please tell me this is not my new super expensive lotion that is suppose to soften my skin and take off 5.875 years and make me look like a super model and I have only used it twice, but I am so pretty sure it is working...Why oh yes it is. It is my lotion. I wept. Maybe there is just a little gone...Maybe he only used a squirt....Uhm...nope. Bath time became a must....
Now Baby Twerp's skin is like a gestational -2.1 years.
And his hair is creamy and silky..and his momma is looking older by the minute.