Quiet time...or not really.

Maya is not going to bed well at night these days. She's still in a crib, which contains her, but she can't seem to fall asleep until nearly 9:00. We think, perhaps, that it may be time to give up her nap. Oh, how I love the nap. I really, REALLY don't want to give up the nap, but methinks it must be done.

What then, to do in lieu? Jordan has her 30 minutes of quiet time after lunch (during the beloved nap) and I get a wee bit of time to putter, rest, read or do whatever. It makes sense then that Maya should start having quiet time, too. It doesn't seem fair, somehow, to make her stay in her crib (thereby containing her) and I don't like her to feel like she's shut in her room with the door closed. The gate? I guess I could recruit it from the doorless shoe and coat closet downstairs, but that would entail resizing and affixing daily...yep, too lazy! Shutting the door wins out. Incidentally, Mike doesn't see the problem with closing her in there, but I feel like it's not fair, as she can't do doorknobs yet. Mother guilt works again (see previous post!).

Anyhow, I put her in there today after Jordan "explained" how to do quiet time and all was relatively quiet for a while. She was chattering away and calling for me periodically, but I managed to ignore that for the most part. It wasn't until the calling got a bit louder and more, well, excited that I began to pay closer attention. Turns out she was calling, "Me ba you poo-poo, Mommmmmmmyyyyy!!!" For those who aren't fluent in Mayanese, "Me ba you" means "I helped you" or "I will help you" or "Can I help you?"

Since I wasn't in the bathroom, I could only assume that the poo-poo in question was somewhere in HER room...Never have I sprinted the hallway so quickly. Upon opening the door, I was accosted by the smell of the poo-poo and greeted with a grinning face upside down between two very naked little legs and a, well, less than clean bottom. All was still in the diaper, thankfully, along with 3 or 4 wipes. So proud, but the type-A brain in my head was reeling with the possibilities of where those little hands could have been while she was waiting for me to come to her rescue. Lysol wipes are my friends...

Quiet time. Who thought up THAT name, anyhow?