Night Owl

My daughter has suddenly started refusing her nap. Instead of sleeping, I routinely hear her "reading" books, singing songs, and talking to her imaginary friends. Which is fine, because mommy is still getting a much needed mid-day break from the kids.

Today I noticed that her bedroom light was on during nap time. I popped my head in and was greeted by a toddler running around her bedroom like a wild monkey. I asked her to get back in bed, but I didn't make a huge stink about her nap-time escapade. Well, tonight I noticed that her bedroom light was on again. I opened the door and found my daughter snuggled up in her rocking chair singing Roy G. Biv, while looking at a pictures of a rainbow. It was beyond adorable, but I explained that it was time to go to sleep, put her back in bed, and turned off her light. At 10pm (yes, you read that correctly - TEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT), I noticed that her bedroom light was on once again. I walked in and found her playing in her toy box. Rinse and repeat.

She is such an independent little thing. On one hand it is adorably cute that she gets out of bed, turns on the light, and plays independently in her room. Yet on the other hand, no three-year-old should be up playing at 10pm. Go to bed stinker!

Reasoning with a nearly 4 year old...

Today I suggested to the kids that we eat lunch on our deck. Porgie decided that this was a subpar plan, and suggested that we eat in the front yard instead. The following conversation ensued...

Porgie: "Let's eat lunch in the front yard!"
Me: "But we don't have anywhere to sit."
Porgie: "We can sit at my Elmo table!"
Me: "But I don't feel like carrying your Elmo table outside."
Porgie: "I'll help you!"
Me: "But we don't have an umbrella to keep the sun out of our eyes."
Porgie: "I'll wear my sun visor!"
Me: "Okay."

She's got an answer for everything. It is easier to just go along with her crazy plans.

I am boring

I have been going through a dry spell in the writing department lately. I just can't seem to think of anything to write. And it doesn't help that several of the blogs I read have suddenly closed down. I can't help but feel like my blogging days are numbered. Not many people read my blog anymore. And I can hardly blame them - I really have nothing important to say.

To showcase my mediocre writing skills, I will tell you about our day. We went to the Philadelphia Zoo. It was fun. The end.