Wednesday, August 10, 2005
I was groggy, so it took me a few minutes to gather my wits, but then I started to search the house. He was at the front door, weeping, aparently thinking that I'd left him. (Yesterday he nearly scrambled out of a second story window when he saw me leave to get the mail -- a lesson never to leave a window open, even if it's screened, when a toddler can reach it.)
I comforted him and we ate breakfast and all, but it started his day out on the wrong foot, and he was whining, crying or throwing a fit all morning.
So anyway, he was being so unreasonable that I finally just put him in his room to calm down.
Five minutes later I heard him come out, and it sounded like he was at the top of the stairs... then nothing. I went to check, and found him like this.
Now naptime is usually at 1pm, but I suppose he needed it earlier today.
The joys of parenting an (almost) two-year-old.
Posted by Faith at 10:09 AM