As those of you might surmise, a cold in a small child brings about all sorts of good and bad changes. The Bad ones range from excessive snot to bright red butt rash. The Good ones are that Cora with a cold has the energy of a normal child. We have nap time again!!!!!
I love nap time. Nap time gives me a chance to nap too! Nap time has beautiful ritual. Nap time is warm, cuddly and fuzzy. Really warm cuddly and fuzzy. It has two stages; start up, and sleeping period. Sleeping period never lasts as long as start up.
First, Cora gets the treat of turning on the TB. I think its actually TV, but the V sound is hard to make. I sit down in the comfortable "one butt" sized red chair and find a good boring show to watch.
Cora then brings the nap essentials; moms crocheting project, moms fuzzy water... wait, Cora needs more milk!
I get out of the comfy chair, and fill the milk. I've thought about teaching her to fill it, but the idea of her casually pouring milk from a container she can barely lift makes me strangely nervious. Once I'm done, I sit back down and Cora continues to grab the nap essentials; Coras chocolate milk, Coras magic blanket,Puppy, the puppy purse, Frog... wait! Mom has to pee! (Hey I'm pregnant... thats like every half hour right now.)
I go use the bathroom. This time i check the milk levels before i sit down again. Cora starts the loading process all over; Moms project, Moms water, Coras milk, Coras blanket, Puppy, the puppy purse, Frog, Mr. Chicken, his brother Mr. Chicken, the three duckies (ike, harry and big mac), "Clint" the english bear, moms afgan, coras light green blanket, a knitted blanket for cora, a pink blanket for cora, the freindly cat zarya...
Once I am no longer visible under the large pile, Cora tries to climb up onto the chair. Thats not bad. Its a one butt sized chair, but My lap has not been totaly consumed by the baby belly yet. Unfortunately, Cora isn't an on lap sitter.
Cora has to sit NEXT to me, specifically on my left side. She mushes, she pushes, she complains. I tilt my hips up onto the edge of the chair to allow coras butt to slide comfortably down to the cushion. This means that the baby belly is pressing into Coras side.
I can already tell that Baby likes naptime too. What is better entertainment than trying to kick your sister while in-vitro and free from all chances of reprecussions? Whilst Cora and I arrange the fifty two million stuffed creatures and blankets to our satisfaction, Baby rallies to this new target.
Unfortunately, two year olds don't understand that its the baby IN Mom doing the kicking. They just give you dirty looks (see weekly photos) and say "hey!" in a loud offended voice.
Eventually, Cora gets used to the odd bumbs, or baby tries for some other target, like those conveniently close floating ribs and spinal column (gee look, something more fun!)
Cora starts sucking her thumb,and begins to nod off. Cora is comfortable. I am not. I'm HOT, I'm squished in a chair with a HOT two year old, and covered by the fifty two million stuffed creatures and blankets necessary to get the two year old to fall asleep. I am however happy. There will be a nap. What a treat!
It happens, that magic moment when the little eyes close and the little body slows its breathing down to the sleep state. Cora sleeps like her Dad. Once out, she could sleep through a death-metal concert or an earthquake, or both. I can now dump 90% of the stuffed creatures on the floor, knock off most of the excess blankets and mush my hips back to the comfortable position on the chair. Now I can close my eyes. Now I can enjoy that beautiful event called Nap Time.
I'm asleep. It always happens when i've just fallen asleep. That really annoying and loud Cell phone rings. I don't sleep like my husband or daughter. I sleep like my cat. Loud noises cause me to awaken with my claws fastened to the ceiling and enough adrenalyn to power a football team. Fortunately, a direct vertical exit from the chair doesn't disturble the small zombie in the slightest.
Nap time is so beautiful. I get time to calm my nerves and write amusing little stories about being burried alive by fifty two gazillion stuffed animals.
Post Script: Actually the ten regulars to the animal party are really cute. I like them too. Cora sometimes brings a bunny just for me. She's so thoughtful.