Yesterday Owen finally took a nap- I think he was just worn out from pre-school.
However, the results were mixed- he slept for two hours, until I finally woke him from a deep sleep, was cranky all night, and still wanted to go to bed at 7 (we kept him up until 7:30).
He slept until 6:30, though, without getting out of his bed once. He seemed to understand the clock thing, b/c when he got up, he enthusiastically said "Mommy, clock!" as if he knew it was okay to get up now.
Then today when I put him down for a nap, he actually asked me and Kyle what time he could get up (I told him 2:00) - but he's now telling me "Owie's awake!" at 1:30.
Ah, well, we'll see.
Thanks for all of your suggestions.
In other news, I cleaned out the medicine cabinet and found lotions, pills, and droplets dating back to 2000- meaning that some of these things actually MOVED ACROSS THE COUNTRY and then again in 2002 to our current apartment. Unbelievable.
I have to tell you that of all the things that annoy me about Kyle (and believe me, a lot of things annoy me- first of all, we've been married 5 years, second, I am inherently annoyable), the thing that annoys me most is that Kyle is the kind of guy who religiously checks expiration dates, whether they are on food or medicine. He would sooner die than drink milk that is one day past its expire date or take last year's Tylenol. Yet he NEVER THROWS ANYTHING AWAY.
This to me is about as thoughtless as you can get. I mean, what is he trying to say? That although he himself doesn't imbibe spoiled milk, far be it from him to deny others the pleasure? That while he wouldn't jeopardize his own health with old, rotten vitamins, he doesn't mind if his wife or kids partake?
I just don't get it.
He also likes to save boxes of cereal with stale crumbs in the bottom for months and months. When I ask him why he's saving them, he says they are for "the boys."
I say, "Kyle, do YOU want to eat these stale crumbs?" "Well, no." "Then why would you think anyone else would?" I mean, granted the kids have put some pretty nasty things in their mouths, but even they want the fresh cereal.
In other news, I'm actually a man.
No, just kidding, I wanted to see if you were still reading.
You probably aren't.