Bernard likes to throw things. Even after I have told him not to. Twice.
To be fair, he was very, very tired. He has reached a phase where he doesn’t nap before lunch anymore, and he doesn’t nap after lunch either. But if you happen to be out with the pushchair late afternoon, he’d quite like a nap then, which is No Way, because he would be awake until 9pm if we allowed that. So if he hasn’t slept by 2pm then it’s a no-nap day.
No nap means he will be out like a light at 7pm, but his behaviour will have deteriorated in the final two hours and he’s obviously feeling pretty rotten. It seems unfair to shout at him for misbehaving, when it comes from utter tiredness caused by selfish parents who want him to go to sleep promptly. But I still shout. And then I feel sorry for the little fellow because he’s sitting on the sofa looking miserable and saying that he wants to go to sleep instead of eating his tea, which features both of his favourite foods (olives and mushrooms).
At his childminder’s, he naps regularly, in a cot, after his lunch. Apparently they put him in, he goes to sleep. No-one has to sit next to him holding his hand for an hour. But he only has two more days there before he moves on, as they don’t do school pick-ups or holiday cover. So it’s out with the mini-nursery and back to a family setting, and I will grit my teeth and get used to yet another person thinking she knows my son better than I do. Well, that’s what the last one said. But that’s another story.
Anyway, chances are the change of childminder may mean no more lunchtime napping. I wonder if that will eventually mean sleeping all the way through the night, and past 5.30am. Probably not.