"a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2013."
We're teetering on the edge of life without naps. Monday's attempt to replace an afternoon snooze with quiet-time was largely unsuccessful. Lazy book-in-bed-time somehow turned into tickle-fest-and-roar-like-lions-and-giggle-uncontrollably-time. Needless to say, bedtime came early Monday night.