If He’d Only Just Stop Moving

Mr. Sneaky Pants is in a terrible transition right now, the move from needing a long afternoon nap and needing a quiet play time in the early afternoon. If he takes a nap, he can’t fall asleep at night. If he doesn’t fall asleep at nap, he completely looses it in the late afternoon, and the early evening hours are torture.

When I got back from volunteering at the library on Friday afternoon, I walked up the slope of our front yard to find my husband yelling Mr. Sneaky Pant’s name in all directions. He was bellowing indoors and outdoors. Sarah was searching frantically throughout the house, and The Banana was toddling around in a most confused state. It seems that in the last ten minutes that I was gone, Mr. Sneaky Pants had been misplaced. He had disappeared. I began to search outside and looked in all the sheds and behind all the little hiding places in the yard. I even ventured over to my neighbor’s yard where they are building a garage to see if he had wandered over to check out the heavy construction equipment.

After a few minutes my husband yelled out the door to come in and look upstairs in our room. There, on the floor next to the bed I found Mr. Sneaky Pants, completely zonked out. My husband had sent him upstairs to have his pull up changed, and while he poured some milk (or something) for The Banana, Mr. Sneaky Pants decided to just lie down and have a little rest. It seems that whenever we can get him to actually stop moving for ninety seconds or so in the afternoon, he’ll sleep quite peacefully.