Cheeky's a good sleeper. Hell, she's a GREAT sleeper. When you're a lazy bastard like me--who considers waking up by 9 AM "really early"--you raise your arms to the heavens and praise whatever higher power Christopher Hitchens is railing against this week and thank him/her/it for gracing us with a child that gives us a solid 14 hours a day of peace and quiet.
Sometimes, though, she pushes herself too hard and resists her brain's perfectly reasonable request to shut down for routine maintenance. When this happens to me you can usually spot the violent whipping of my head as it ricochets off my sternum and snaps back to instantaneous (and temporary) attention. For the two hours after lunch I'm usually so tired I need to keep a pillow on my desk so I don't break my nose when my neck muscles give out and I careen forward. But when Cheeky skips her nap, or puts in a particularly strenuous day of directing our every action, she doesn't collapse like her daddy.
No, she turns up the juice.
I've seriously never seen another living being (besides Benny Hill) move so frantically from toy to toy. There's a lot of "she's-got-her-crayons no-wait-she's-climbing-into-the-stroller hold-on-she's-crafting-deer-butt-art wait-no-I-think-she-just-ran-into-the-bedroom quick-get-her-before-she-climbs-the-dresser-and-kills-herself. It's exhausting to watch, and by that time we're exhausted already!
Cheeky blew off her nap on Saturday (an event that culminated in the kind of choke-filled screams that presage blown chunks all over the crib) and Oodgie and I watched for the next four hours as exhibited the symptoms of euphoric hyperactivity normally only seen in rock stars, super-models, and inner-city youth. By the end of the night she was moving in spastic bursts--at times hilarious, but occasionally terrifying. We negotiated a treaty with her ("only one more Elmo, then it's time for bed") which she almost immediately tried to withdraw from, but since I've got a nine-fold weight advantage I picked her twisting body off the couch and unceremoniously dumped her in her crib.
"You sleep now!"
Scream and yelling....5....4....3....2...1...
I just don't get it.
Seriously, why can't anyone force ME to take a nap. I sure as hell wouldn't fight it.