The Writing on the Wall

Nap time for the past two days has been rough non-existent.

Yet sweet {sneaky} boy has to stay in his room whether he naps or not.

Yesterday when I went to get him {after the second "bing-bong" on the clock},

he met me at the door and said, "Look, mom-mom, a picture for you."

He had found a piece of sidewalk chalk and drew on his sheets, the arm of his rocker,

and on the wall by the door {artwork on the right :: below}.

 

"I drew you, mom-mom!"

He was so proud. 

I was so mad. And so proud.

Obviously drawing on the wall is a no-no,

but it was his first unassisted person picture!

And I thought it was so cute! 

I even have eyes.

And arms and legs coming out of my head!

I love it.

He attempted to erase it with his hand,

but I told him to keep it there so Daddy could see.

{Not to punish him, but to share in my pride!}

After talking about rest time rules and forbidding future wall art, 

I asked him to draw me another picture that I could keep

{artwork on left :: above}.

This time, I got a head, and a baby in my belly!

Probably my favorite work of art.  Ever!

...And since the crazy boy just went to sleep at 3:45

after many threats, favorite toy removal, and tears, 

I just took the battery out of the clock on the wall

to avoid the impending "bing-bong" 

that usually signals the end of naptime.

I mean... naps are sacred to 3 year olds & 30 year olds.