Not taking a nap

So this afternoon Skye was in a particularly interesting mood. Everything was going fine. Then she started to get cranky, so I told her it was nap time. She refused her milk, as she has been doing lately. So I read her a few stories, kissed her, and told her to go to sleep. A few minutes later, she started calling for me.

"Mooooomma!" "I want my momma!"

After hearing that a few times, I struck up a conversation with Michael. After hearing her Daddy's voice, Skye directed her calls to him.

"Daaaaddy!" "Daddy, where's Momma?"

I continued to ignore the cries, waiting for her to give up and fall asleep, but she's a stinker. She decided to get tricky...

"Daddy! There's poopies in there!"

Nice try, Skye! I'm not falling for that. You already did your daily doo-doo. Michael agreed that even if there WAS a poopy diaper, he wasn't going in there.

"Momma! A diaper change! A diaper come off!"

Hold up! At this point, we decided it was time to end the madness. Because from the way it sounded, there was a diaperless toddler and the chance of poop. I wasn't going to let that mess get any worse.

So we opened Skye's room and entered. Skye was cooly leaning on the side of her crib with her feet crossed at her ankles. Naked from the waist down, she was holding her pacifier twisted in her mouth, smiling and chewing on it. She knew she had won. On the floor was her wet (but not poopy) diaper. She laughed as we exchanged glances.

So I restarted the nap time routine and laid her down. She just trailed off to sleep a few minutes ago, so I guess I should start doing something productive. I love that little stinker!