Musfira will be turning two next week, and the older she gets, the more creative and amazing her attempts to escape from nap-time become.

I put her down for a nap at 12:00.  At 12:15, she desperately cried out “Momma, Ow!” I rushed to the room wondering how she could have gotten hurt while in her crib, and found her holding up a paper-cut that she had gotten over a month ago. I kissed her Ow and left her to sleep.

A few minutes later, Musfira called out with “Momma, help!” In an act of maternal goodwill, I went back up the hall to see what the problem was.  She had a dirty diaper, which was legitimate.  After being changed and allowed a ten-minute reprieve from napping, I put her back down again.

A few more minutes passed quietly, and I was under the assumption that she had fallen asleep until I heard Musfira properly crying. I went back up the hall again and when I opened the bedroom door, I found Musfira standing in her crib and holding out her beloved pink cat, Meow-Meow.  Her teary eyes met mine and she said, “Look Momma, Meow-Meow wet.”

I took Meow-Meow, and he was in fact thoroughly soggy.  I looked at Musfira.  She looked blankly back at me.  I looked into her crib, and saw the cause for Meow-Meow’s current state of distress- Musfira someone had been using her sippy cup to slowly soak him in milk, one drop at a time.

Meow-Meow was taken and unceremoniously crammed into the washing machine, and when Musfira objected, I said to her, “Look, this machine is for washing. Meow-Meow is dirty, we’re going to wash him.”

“Iss for washing?” Musfira asked.

“Yes.” I nodded.

Musfira began pulling her shirt off. “Washing me?”

“No dear,” I said, escorting her from the washing machine before she tried to climb inside of it. “Not for washing you.”

It’s 1:30 right now, and I’ve decided to let her skip her nap in favor of washing the crib and bedding.  It’s sloshing around in the machine along with Meow-Meow, and considering how hot it is today, should all be dry in roughly five minutes.

Musfira is currently walking around backwards and “singing” a nameless tune of her own invention update: it’s the UAE National Anthem.  The longer she stays up, the crazier she will become, until she finally goes down in a fiery ball of toddler exhaustion.  Alhamdulillah, she’s awesome. 🙂

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