After the success of last night’s transition from cot-bed to toddler bed I was worried that we wouldn’t have the same luck at naptime. I assumed this would be the end of afternoon naps and cursed myself for making the change before the baby arrives.
I needn’t have worried. I took Ted up for his nap and then came back downstairs. I could hear him pottering about so fifteen or twenty minutes later I thought I would just get on with sorting out the baby’s room and let Ted play. On the way upstairs I heard him put Scout’s bedtime music on, so I crept up and peeped through to see him laying back on his bed with Freddie in his arms and his dummy in his mouth.