Naps have changed and evolved since Evan tumbled out of the crib a few months ago. The first few times being in the cot, he stayed right there. And then came the adventures.
Books pulled off the shelf. And by books, I mean every. Single. One. Stuffed animals pulled out of the basket. Pillows thrown again and again.
I earned my flights of stairs from Fitbit just by walking upstairs to put him back into the bed.
Lately, we’ve settled into a routine.