Natalie is determined to be done with naps. She's at the awkward stage where, if she takes a nap, we can't get her to go to sleep at night. And if she doesn't take a nap, she's either a witchy woman or, well, this happens:
Yes, that's a Natalie under that towel, and yes, she's asleep. I let her get herself out of the bathtub with the instructions to get dressed and come down stairs. When she didn't come down, I went up to check on her and found her snoring. On the floor. Under the towel.
When I woke her, she even had a heater vent cover imprint on her face.