Bed Bug

Harper is trouble. She is also in trouble quite a bit these days. She likes to crank up the stereo, steal Lucy's things, play in the dog's food, stand in the bathtub and most of all, stand during her naptimes.

The latter two are the two things she knows she will be disciplined for, and she still does them with a wicked little smile on her face. Numerous times she has been brought out to me at bathtime because she wouldn't listen to Ian and sit down. That slippery little fish insists on standing in the tub. After many warnings to sit down and many attempts to keep her sitting, she is whisked out, kicking and screaming and unhappy that Lucy gets to stay in the tub. She is deposited on my lap, wet and angry and determined to get back to the bathroom.

And naptimes are not any better. In fact, they are worse. She and I battle it out each and everyday. It starts with a sweet sleepy little baby, sucking her thumb, reaching for her bed. Then it ends with me repeatedly going into her room and laying her back down. She now sees me coming and instantly starts screaming and throwing herself backwards. This would be fine, except that she forgets to look behind her and routinely throws herself into the side of her bed, bumping her head and making the entire situation much worse. She will finally give up and whine herself to sleep, knowing that the quicker she falls asleep, the faster she can resume her naughtiness.