What Comes From Not Napping

Today, Clara Jane went down hard for her nap, and again at bed. This is notable because, of late, she can often be seen prancing around her crib, hanging on its rail, giving her stuffed companions contained within what for, and probably waiting up for Joe, before yucking it up with him, before finally going to sleep.

Representative Example 1

Representative Example 2

Indeed, yesterday afternoon, Clara was amusing herself (and intermittently wailing) when Julie, who had gone from the back of the house to the front of the house, and back again via the path that runs alongside the house and is visible from the bambini's bedroom widows, heard a substantial uptick in wailing. She glanced back and saw that the blinds covering the window were noticeably ajar. That's right, Brigade. Our Birdie was standing up in her crib, and had pulled back the blinds to check out what was happening on Fern Hill*, when it would appear that she saw her mother. Julie is all kinds of fabulous to Clara Jane right now and clearly, Birdie thought her life was about to get a little less fabulous, and who knew for how long? Best to assume worst case scenario--clearly. Such is what comes from not napping.

*As our neighborhood is known.