{"id":703,"date":"2005-03-16T13:08:00","date_gmt":"2005-03-16T13:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/03\/battle-of-wills.html"},"modified":"2005-03-16T13:08:00","modified_gmt":"2005-03-16T13:08:00","slug":"battle-of-wills","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/03\/battle-of-wills.html","title":{"rendered":"Battle of Wills"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My 18-month-old son has decided he no longer needs his nap. My 36-year-old weary tired self has decided that he actually needs to be taking longer naps. Who do you think is winning this battle? I type guiltily as he screams from his crib. But this is nap time, and dammit, that child is going to nap or at least stay in his crib until I&#8217;ve had time to take a few deep breaths. <\/p>\n<p>Doodles has been more or less charming lately, but today he&#8217;s been in a &#8220;no no no no NO!&#8221; kind of mood. This has been the first nice day out (and who would believe that I would consider 40 degrees to be nice, but, hey, after what we&#8217;ve had, 40 degrees is downright balmy) and I decided we&#8217;d walk down to Walgreens to pick up a prescription for me (Tylenol 3. Oh, how I love Tylenol 3! For pregnancy headaches, Motrin is a no-no, but apparently codeine is just fine. Sometimes pregnancy can be a beautiful thing). Doodles did fine on the walk, although at one point, he started to nod off. Oh, I don&#8217;t think so! So I gave him food. Food always works. When we got home, I felt bad for having him cooped up in the stroller so I offered to let him play outside. He happily got down and started saying &#8220;Bubbles,&#8221; which is what he thinks snow is. After a few minutes of &#8220;Bubbles&#8221; and giggling, he pointed at absolutely nothing, looked at me firmly, and said, &#8220;Nmengish.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What would you like, honey?&#8221; I asked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nmengish,&#8221; he demands.<\/p>\n<p>I have no idea what this is and I tell him so. He&#8217;s becoming visibly upset and walks to the steps to go up to the house. Now he just pouts and starts to scream. &#8220;Do you want to go inside?&#8221; Scream. &#8220;Do you want to walk up the steps?&#8221; Scream. &#8220;Do you want to play?&#8221; Scream. &#8220;Do you want to go for a walk?&#8221; Scream. I give up and sit down on the steps, only to be pushed off by my child who is screaming, &#8220;No no no no no NO NO NO!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Finally, I carried him inside where he did eventually stop screaming. The solution? more food, of course. I gave him lunch, I played with him, read him some books. He then walked to the bottom of the stairs and said, &#8220;Sleep.&#8221; So I brought him upstairs, read him a few more books. He put his head on my shoulder in his tired way. I put him in his crib, where he&#8217;s been screaming for, oh, about an hour now.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s the kind of day we&#8217;re having. I&#8217;ve even written a little song about it (with apologies to the Bangles):<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s just another nap-free Wednesday<br \/>I wish it were Saturday<br \/>Because that&#8217;s my pass-him-off to Daddy day<br \/>It&#8217;s just another nap-free Wednesday.<\/p>\n<p>Hey, did you hear that sound? It was sound of my will snapping in half. I&#8217;m going to get the child. Round 286: The Doodlebug.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My 18-month-old son has decided he no longer needs his nap. My 36-year-old weary tired self has decided that he actually needs to be taking longer naps. Who do you think is winning this battle? I type guiltily as he screams from his crib. But this is nap time, and dammit, that child is going [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-703","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/703","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=703"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/703\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=703"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=703"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=703"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}