So, a few weeks ago, I judged a cooking competition that was a benefit for The League for the Blind and Disabled. It was a pretty cool event a) because I was there; b) I got to meet Christine Ha from "Master Chef"; and c) I got to take home this awesome bigger-than-life size cutout of myself.
Her name is Kassondra.
Now, let me tell you first that I like this thing more than one should. It is beyond amusing. I should also tell you that Mark does not like it nor does he enjoy how amusing I find it.
Miles. My son. Oh, is he cute. It's a good thing, too, because this little bugger is not a fan of sleep.
I'm starting to think that he doesn't need a nap - at all - which doesn't really fly with daycare. Something about laws and accreditation. We are working with them on limiting naps in the hope we can have a more reasonable bedtime. (We went from 7 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. We'd be happy with 8:30. And, yes, he's still getting up at the same time.)
So, yesterday, he had a half nap, and we hoped for that 8:30. As you can tell from the video, he wasn't interested in sleeping. I might be the worst parent ever because I don't employ all of those "Super Nanny" tactics to get him to bed. Rather, I just try to contain him so I can eat a snack and watch an episode of "The Following." And, like, say hi to my husband.
True story: I almost peed my pants doing jumping jacks during boot camp last night.
And that pretty much shuts it down, eh.