It’s great to be able to say that Jackson is eating well. That should definitely be noted, because he is; he’s eating like a champ. Not putting any weight on (because he’s too much of a busy-body) but eating very well, nonetheless.

To reference the superb children’s author, Sandra Boynton, I title this post “one nap, two naps, no naps… OOPS,” honoring her brilliant, Blue Hat, Green Hat, because her book(s) are that good.

I digress… Jackson’s naps suck. I don’t know if there’s some sort of anti-napping-growth-spurt that babies hit right before they turn 1, but if there is, Jackson’s hit that. If that doesn’t exist, then I throw my hands in the air because I don’t know why the hell my kid won’t nap. He’s wears himself out, that’s for sure. He “should” (ugh, that word again) be sleepy and nap… but he doesn’t.

So, I decided to consult others on the topic of naps, or not napping, rather.

“When do your girls nap?” I ask my french press coffee friend, amongst other parents who have bright-eyed, non-exhausted little one(s) running about on the playground.

And most people have a definitive answer to this question… they have some sort of schedule/routine/something that they go by. I don’t. Jackson is 11 months old, and I have no routine. Never did. Never will (?)

I remember my friend Sarah telling me, when she had her (now 3 year old) daughter, Lily, that if she didn’t establish a routine, she would lose her mind. And, here I am, 3 years later… So when Jackson was brand-new, I called Sarah remembering her predicament those years ago… I was (am) losing my mind, desperate for a routine, searching for something to grasp hold of.

I still haven’t found “it,” the niche, the sacred holy grail when it comes to taking care of one’s spawn. WTF?! I still have no routine. Nothing to bank on. I do not know what waits for me around the next corner, so to speak. I still do not know what to expect. I still know nothing. NOTHING.

So what’s up with these naps??? Because “supposedly” one gets to the point where one’s child takes ONE nap a day… and in the words of my mother, “it’s one major nap, like, out for the whole afternoon.”

My eyes widen to think, nay imagine, the possibility…

If this is true, this whole “one major nap” thing, then I have a few more months to go… assuming that Jackson goes along with “the norm,” which he has never done.

So, three months from now, when Jackson hits this 14 month marker, I’m coming back to you people… I’m coming back, and handing my no-napping magoo over to you and saying, “Here. You try.”

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