We've got quite a loose nap pattern. Basically, I try and get her to nap an hour to ninety minutes after she wakes up, until five o'clock, when she has to be awake till bedtime. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, but I've discovered that if it doesn't work the best thing to do is either try again or go out and do something else, because spending hours trying to get her to sleep was destroying me.
She's stopped doing her awful evening fussing stuff, for which much relief, but after two good nights where she only woke up once and I felt positively spritely she's taken to waking every two hours actually howling, so I can't really leave her to sort herself out. Why? Teeth? Growth? Demonic possession? Perhaps we'll never know.
DP is going out on the razz tonight. It's the first time since before she was born, poor man, and I'm so, so jealous. Can't believe he gets to go to the pub AND sleep on the sofa (conversation sample- me: if you're pissed you'll have to sleep on the sofa. Him: Hurrah! Unbroken sleep! me: damn you shakes fist) I'm going to console myself by eating a pizza the size of my head and going to bed at 9pm.