Smiling Time
After putting Max down for his morning nap, I rushed to take a shower and happily thought of what I would do for my free hour - read, watch TV, clean - ha!?? Upon getting out of the shower, I heard him STILL making a racket! Normally he falls right to sleep. I went in his room and he had managed to get himself unswaddled, the little Houdini. Anyway, as soon as he saw me he gave me the biggest smile and got all excited and actually seemed to say, "Yes! My parole officer has arrived! I will now be released from my crib prison. Praise God!" Being the mean mommy I am, I replied, "No. It's not smiling time. It's nap time."

I tried to be serious, but I had to laugh when I thought about telling my child it's "not smiling time." This could very well be the first thing on his list when he goes to therapy one day!