Alice doesn’t take morning naps anymore.

Breaking her of the habit was easy: I stopped going downstairs to get her before 7am while Jerry was gone last week (mostly because Helen had been waking me up at 5am with nightmares every morning, so I was too groggy to be very responsive when I knew Alice didn’t really need me). And so she’d squawk and fuss and go back to sleep, and now her nighttime sleep and morning nap have fused together.

And Mommy is happy.