I take it all back. Two naps seem to be working just fine, Carrie’s been sleeping through the night for a week now (knock wood!) regardless of how many naps she takes or how long they are. So, something else must have been going on for those 10 days or so where she’d be up for two or more hours in the very early morning. These are the times when I really wish Carrie could tell me what was wrong. Her two signs, milk and more, only go so far…
Yesterday I counted: out of the obscene number of toys Carrie owns* we have exactly seven toys which take batteries. All but one of them are toys I have picked out or purchased myself. I think my noisy-toy threshold must be abnormally low or something, because I can’t stand toys that make noise just for the sake of making noise. I’m perfectly ok with toys that make music or noise when Carrie does something to cause it – well, at least if the sound quality is decent. I’m even more thrilled when she uses the musical egg shakers or her stacking cups to beat out a rhythm. I have to admit I’m the tiniest bit worried about what she’s going to get at her upcoming birthday parties (she’s actually going to turn one three times) because I think I might be a little bit of a toy snob. Who knew?
*Personally, I don’t think she has too many toys, but everyone who comes to our house does. In my defense, many of them were gifts.