Nicholas has been putting himself for naps. I thought it was funny a few days back when I mentioned a nap and he ran ahead of me to put himself down so that I couldn't. Later, when Simeon and I were reading together on the couch, Nicholas walked by all scruffy-faced and bed-heady from the nap he had just gotten himself up from. Simeon greeted him, "Well Hello, Mr. Independent."
Again today, when he was struggling to put on a coat and go outside to sled with his brothers, I simply said, "Oh Nicholas, I think it would be better if you had a nap." He took the coat off, hung it on a hook, and went up to bed without a word. Later, he woke up and joined Zachary to play in the living room where I was reading from a science book with the three oldest boys.
The warmth of the wood stove in the slowly dimming light, and the quiet stillness of the children as I read in the lateness of the afternoon beckoned me to sleep. Just ten minutes, I thought to myself and ordered everyone to read to themselves. I let my head fall on a throw pillow and as I was about to fall asleep I heard someone very close to my face say "bank-ette." I opened one eye and there stood Nicholas holding up a blanket with one arm and attempting to wrap it over me with the other. There was the baby putting his mother for a nap!