All was going well until Becca only napped for one hour. ONE. ONE!!!! After I made her take a death march up to the school playground in the morning. We were outside! Exercising! In the fresh air. How did she not nap? That is so unacceptable. I guess it is better than nothing, but I had just settled down and gotten Andrew settled and latched on after he pooped through three diapers as soon as I put them on him (again, I am finding changing a boy's diaper to be an exercise in futility. No matter what I do I get peed upon and end up with poop all over everything). We had just fallen asleep--I was completely exhausted by the all night sceam fest coupled with a death march with two kids to the playground) when...."MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!" jarred me awake. I don't know how I can explain to her that she absolutely has to be quiet and silent in her bed for at least 2 hours every day or mommy is going to lose it. She actually woke up in a fine mood which is the only thing that saved the day.