So naptime has become 'quiet time'. I want to at least provide the environment and consistency needed so that he could nap. As his quiet time ended today I heard him in his room crying. Not crying like he was hurt, but kinda wimpery like he was frustrated about something. So I walked in and found this:
Yes, that's 19 pairs of training pants he wanted to wear and he was upset because the last pair wouldn't pull all the way up and kept slipping down.
Can't you just feel the frustration? Really, when did this become fun? A did this one day with 3 or 4 pairs and they thought it was hilarious. I'm guessing G was going for the world record!