Emma: 1, Mama: Zilch

I admit defeat. Today marks the day that I officially have given up on making my daughter take a nap. She started fighting naps when we moved her out of her crib on her last birthday. I can't do it anymore. She is too good. I can't compete with the newest diversionary tactic (writhing in counter- clockwise motion while chanting "I NOT TIRED! I NOT TIRED!" for upwards of 15 minutes). I do not have the stamina that Emma has managed to develop over the past 11 months. She is a machine. I concede. I'm toast. Emma wins. And if anyone tells her about this when she's old enough to understand what it means, I will hunt you down where you live.