And here we thought a 3.5 hour nap yesterday was just an isolated occurrence, a gift, even, to allow us to get a little work done, to rest...
At least that's what we thought until 3AM, when the kid was wide awake, jabbering away in her bed, where she had already wrapped up each of her toys in its own little flannel burp cloth and lined them up like so many enchiladas.
She stayed awake, asking for milk in bed [which we don't do] and water in bed [which we do, in a pinch], and then just chatting and cooing away for another hour+.
And now, she's still asleep, an hour+ after her normal wakeup time. The Nap has its own rules, it turns out, and it's just for us to discover them. And ignore them at our peril.