LIttle Z is supposed to stay in her room, in her crib, and try to go to sleep for forty-five minutes or so in the middle of the day. You know, a nap!
Today, I discovered her standing outside her bedroom door when she should be napping. Seeing me, she quickly covered her face with her hands, and stood, perfectly still.
She really thought I couldn't see her!
I picked her up and put her in her crib.
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The fifth or so time I discovered her trying to get out of her nap today, she wanted to get back into her crib on her own. I agreed that was okay. But then, she just sat their, straddling the railing, and wouldn't really get in.
"Go on!" I said, "get back into bed!"
"Shshshshsh..." she whispered, putting a finger over her lips, "Little Z asleep!"