If you follow me on Twitter, then you know that my child is currently being a sleep Nazi. She is not having it and is not letting me have it either. Napping also appears to be pretty near extinction in this house right now.
It's good times.
We got up, ate breakfast, had some playtime, let Mama get ready, and then went down for a nap.
And then got right back up.
I peaced out and left her with her Dad.
A few hours later, I returned. She had slept for a bit, but not much.
Poor guy looked tired. ;)
After bath time, Mr. P went and got her dressed in her pj's that I picked out. I'm sitting in the living room
"Someone sewed the feet on this wrong" he says, holding up her clearly mismatched pajamed feet.
"Uh, babe? You put the pajamas on backwards."
"What? Since when do the buttons go in the back??" (in his defense most of her's do have buttons up the front).
As I went to help him, he shook his head "No. You take her. I'm done".
I laughed as I went to fix her clothes.
As I'm changing her, I ran down the list of things I do when I get her ready for bed.
I asked him if he brushed her hair? No. Cleaned her ears? No. Put her lotion on?
At that he snorted.
"Yea, like I'm going to lube her up when she's already flopping around like a dying fish".