Knock, knock...Who's there?

Saturday morning, I attended Zumba class. If you've not heard of Zumba, it's a cardio dance workout and it's FUN! It starts at 8am, which in my life before Rachel would have been a stretch to get to, but now, well, I'm pretty much always up. I left Rachel and Nick to enjoy their breakfast together and went to shake my groove thing for an hour or so. As I walked in the door, Pepper, of course, mistook me for a burglar and started barking, waking the napping Rachel. After keeping Nick from killing Pepper (something I've had to refrain from doing as well in recent weeks for the same reason), I took over Rachel duty hoping that some snuggles from Mommy would send her to dreamland. 45 minutes later...Rachel was beyond tired but refused to be lulled to sleep. No matter what I did- held her, rocked her, put her down to play- she was having none of it. Finally, I decided that it was time to just let her cry. I put her in her crib, closed the door, and went to take a much needed shower. When I got out of the shower, all was quiet. "Ahhh...she's asleep!", I thought as I dried off. I turned off the fan in the bathroom just to make sure there was indeed no Rachel noises. (Our fan is about as loud as a jet engine taking off at O'Hare International Airport.) As I was revelling in the silence thinking that maybe, just maybe, I could put some lotion on too... I hear "BANG, BANG, BANG... SQUEAL" on the other side of the wall. Rachel was just banging on the wall to let me know that, no she was not asleep, and you can't make me, but nice try Mom!
So, no morning nap for Rachel on Saturday morning. Why do I think the teenage years are going to be a real treat with her?