Roly has moved to only 1 nap per day, but will usually spend an hour or so ‘resting’ quietly in his crib, playing with toys and listening (with ears only, not watching) to Dora the Explorer episodes that have been ripped to MP3.  He calls this Dora Music, as opposed to Dora TeeVee.

Recently, I was watching Roly for the day. He had been ‘resting’ in his crib for 20 minutes or so when I heard a series of blood-curdling screams from his room along with wails and sobs.  When I opened the door, he was standing in his crib, backed all the way into the corner, pointing at something in the bottom of his crib and babbling.  The only word that I could understand was ‘NO’.

As I stepped into the room, I heard some unidentified electronic chirping and fresh wailing and gnashing of teeth from Roly.  I looked at what he was pointing at and saw, at the bottom of the little box that holds his toys, partly covered by a puzzle piece and a book, the cause of his distress.

It was a Zhu-Zhu pet.  I carefully extracted the offensive creature, but Roly was disconsolate.  No more resting for him that day.

He seems strangely sensitive these days.  We were at The Habit for dinner, sitting outside and a bird landed on the back of the chair at a nearby table.  Roly freaked out.  ‘No bird’ ‘No bird’ ‘Noooo Biiiiird’.  Luckily, the only other patrons in the patio were a family with toddlers, so they seemed understanding.  Roly also does not like it when Ginger licks his feet while he is in his high chair.