Second Verse, Same as the First
12:30. No nap yet. She came soooooo close, but fought it with all her will. Fine, lunchtime. Can you see where this is going?
Again, Maya fell asleep with her head on the highchair tray. Providence gave me an opportunity to snap the photo I missed yesterday. I turned on the camera, and Maya instantly woke up. Of course. I removed the highchair tray and set it aside, then put Maya in the swing for a nap.
She SCREAMED with all her strength, squealing even (that high-pitched screech that can shatter glass) insisting that she is NOT. TIRED. The squealing stopped, and this is what I saw:

As soon as I tried to move her head onto the back of the chair, she woke. Again. Guess it’s time to sell the swing and move naps to the crib permanently. As soon as her head touched the crib sheet, the insistent screaming began again:
YOU CAN’T MAKE ME NAP!
After a few moments of this screechiness, silence reigned supreme in the household.
Don’t argue with mama, little one. Mama *will* win. It might take DAYS for her to do it, but she WILL win.
