Can everyone please pause for a brief moment of silence to mourn the passing of our dearly beloved friend, the morning nap. Finn's morning nap to be precise. Because it is no longer with us.
This transition from two naps to one has not been without a few rough days for sure, but he seems to have moved on just fine. I'm the one that's totally pooped out. While we were all over the place for a while, he seems to be falling into a more regular schedule with a single afternoon nap. Just know, if you ever want to get me on the phone, call between 1 and 3.
With the passing of the nap, he has adopted a fierce attachment to his lovey, which he calls "night, night." He loves to haul it around and roll all over it. He won't even go near his bed without it. Of course I don't blame him, I was a big fan of the "night, night" too, except I called mine baa and by the time it was over, all that was left was a small threadbare square of pink fabric. My sister had "pappy pickit" which was this pitiful stuffed animal that she methodically picked all of the fur off of. My roommate in college took her "coveys" to college (I think she still has them).
It's too bad that we adults don't get to pick out what our children use as "night, nights." Although, I tried. I had this really cute small, lightweight little puppy dog blanket. But Finn wasn't the slightest bit interested. He prefers the giant-blue chenille-fuzz shedding blanket that weighs at least 5 pounds.
I have resigned myself to his choice of night nights. I will carry it everywhere we go, and sweat buckets underneath it on the airplane, because he loves it. And it keeps him quiet. And if the guys in the high school locker room tease him because of it, that will be his problem.
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