Well, I got myself up and running this morning, had the coffee machine heating up, and was just about to wake the munchkin when daycare called...her son had been up all night throwing up; I had a choice: bring the munchkin anyway, or take the day off work. So here I am at home! It was rather nice to crawl back into bed for awhile (I, being the terrible mother that I am, gave the munchkin a sippy of milk and a bunch of books and toys to keep him happy while I caught those few extra z's).
We went to our local historical museum, where they have a wonderful playroom for children called the Oodleplex. I liked bringing munchkin here during the summer when it was too hot to play outside (which was the entire summer) and we needed a change of scenery. Usually it was filled with lots of other screaming kids, but today it was just the two of us, and he could explore and play at leisure while mommy read her book.
Getting home, it was his regular nap time and he went into his room and was trying to climb into the crib, yawning and rubbing his eyes the whole time I'm changing his diaper. So why is he still up an hour later? I'd had hopes of doing some crafty projects, but when he's banging around and fussing every few minutes, it's not going to happen. Sigh. Hubby was rewarded with a two and a half hour nap yesterday afternoon; why not today? I really think he's outgrowing naps, and it just seems too soon to me. But anytime the childhood development books give any benchmarks, our little guy always seems to fit the phrase "but in about 10% of children this isn't true". He's never fit the mold. And that's what makes him our lovable little munchkin.