My children do not take naps. It started with Porgie, which I expected, but now Izzy won't nap either. It isn't a huge deal, but I am a firm believer in well-rested children (or maybe I am just a firm believer in mommy having free time?). I am highly distraught about this new development. Admittedly, I do like having a little free time during the day, but that is not my only problem. Izzy is my baby, and babies need to nap gosh darn it!
Okay, I guess Izzy isn't a tiny baby anymore. My little man is going to be 3 years old in November. THREE YEARS OLD. That just sounds so old. Where did my baby boy go. He is suddenly so tall, and he has so much hair! I am happy that Izzy is becoming an independent little boy, but I am sad that the baby phase is gone. It went by too fast. I blinked my eyes, and he grew a foot.
Izzy very well might be my last baby. And this phase of his life is already gone. It makes me sad. Makes me wish I had rocked him to sleep even more. Nursed him longer. Carried him on my hip more often.
This parenting thing sure is hard.