Ruby seems to be dropping her afternoon nap. This is not good news. On one hand, she falls asleep a little faster in the evenings. On the other, she's awake for a couple of hours in the afternoon with not much to do. When Charlotte went through this little window, we seemed to be able to count on her to play happily for upwards of two hours alone in her room. And it wasn't neglect. She genuinely enjoyed the time with dolls and dollhouses and so on and so forth. Ruby doesn't seem quite as keen on the “quiet time” approach though. She's already ripped two books to shreds this week. And today she climbed up onto the top bunk, found the dragon that Charlotte had been given for Chinese new year from a classmate, and tore that to shreds. I'm not exaggerating. Shreds.
Anyway, these days, she seems to be awake in The afternoon. Despite my best efforts to tire her out in the morning.
Tuesday has been garbage day in our neighbourhood for as long as we've lived here. For a while, I could count on the garbage truck to wake her up late in the afternoon – just in time to go pick number 1 up from school in fact. And this was a nice thing on Tuesday's because dragging her out of bed can be a real chore and it was easier to have the truck rolling by wake her up than having to do it myself. Then we'd sit at the window and watch the truck drive by and chat abiut what it was doing. But she knows the sound of the truck now and I'm sure she can hear it coming from well up the street. So I was hardly surprised to walk in to her bedroom this afternoon and find her like this, peeking out the window, watching the world go by, and checking out the garbage truck. Made me smile.
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