Dear Connor: Month Thirty-One

Oh, Connor. We were having such a nice month. You were napping more often, tantruming less often, and generally becoming such a big boy.

Then, two days ago, you painted your walls in poo.

[IMAGE REDACTED BECAUSE POO]

I know the rest of the month wasn’t so bad, but Wednesday’s incident is kind of hard to forget.

I guess we should talk about that first, and get it out of the way.
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Dear Connor: Month 30

Two words: Nap strike.

For those first couple of days with the toddler bed, you did great. Quiet time eventually ended up with a nap happening, even if a few things got strewn about your room in the process and you fell asleep on the floor. Once you realized the level of freedom you had been granted, though, all bets were off.

We have now removed your baby monitor, throw rug, and humidifier from the room; relocated your bookshelf, diapers, wooden turtle stool, and most of your stuffed animal friends to the closet; moved your sheets from Aaron’s Dad’s dresser to the big dresser in your closet; and Daddy has to move your Diaper Champ into the hallway during Quiet Time, or you’ll drag it across the room, just because you can.
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