George was acting so tired today, and I put him in his room to nap. However, he's been on a nap strike and while I was hoping he'd nap, I wasn't expecting it.
Last Thursday I had to remove all the furniture from his room. I had been in the other room and heard a horrible crash accompanied by the screeching sound made by the baby monitor when it is separated from its power cord. Since I knew the monitor had been on top of the dresser, I was terrified that the dresser had toppled. Especially when I heard no other sounds coming from the room - no giggles, no cries, no screams, nothing. I burst into his room to discover George calmly sitting on the floor playing with the CD from his clock/radio/CD player which had also been on top of the dresser. The best I can figure, he had climbed up on his changing table, reached over to the dresser top, knocked over the garbage can that sits there (to keep out inquisitive hands), and the garbage can knocked the clock and the monitor onto the floor. I was so relieved that the dresser hadn't toppled and George was okay, but so angry that he had been climbing around instead of napping and that he'd scared me half to death. So I wordlessly picked him up and plunked him in the middle of his bed and then moved every piece of furniture out. Because this also happened during my shift at my work from home job, I didn't have much time to mess around. So all the furniture: dresser, changing table, little rocking chair, baby doll cradle, went into the middle of the hallway. Poor DH had to move it to get into the house. We permanently relocated George's dresser to our room until he gets out of the climbing stage. The rocker has been moved to the living room. And the changing table and toy cradle come out into the hallway during naptime. It helps that our changing table is made from a restaurant rolling shelving unit, so I'm able to easily push it back and forth.
I thought nap time couldn't get much worse or more frustrating than last week. But George topped himself today. Instead of napping, this time he removed his pants. Then he somehow took off his diaper, without undoing the snaps of his one piece body suit top, that I put on him specifically so he wouldn't be able to take off his diaper. Then he peed on the floor. And finally he put his pants back on and sat in the pee spot on the carpet. I'm pretty sure it happened this way (instead of him just peeing through the pants), due to the location of the wet spot on his pants. And then George thought it was funny to run away with the roll of paper towels as I tried to clean up the wet spot. He'd tear off a few and yell "Trash!" and run off to find a garbage can to dispose of them. At least he's helpful, in his own way.