I write this quickly, as, yet again, you have decided that naps are pointless. I feel like a monster as I let you cry in your crib, but you were a wreck yesterday after not napping for 11 hours. You only nap if you are in my arms, but I can't sit still enough for the two hours you like to nap. You hate the swing, you hate the bouncer, you hate the stroller, you my love, are a snuggle bug. A snuggle bug who likes things one way, and one way only. Snuggly.
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