D O G spells DOG. This is what I hear when she is “supposedly napping.” How did she get her little Mickey Mouse reader since it wasn’t in her crib? I leave it alone and don’t worry. Next, she shows up in my bedroom. How did you? What did you? How did you? AAH! You escaped!
It’s over.
I finally realize the crib years are done. Now, I am just hoping she will still honor our 2-hour quiet time.
So, the next day, I tell her, “Tatum, as you know, you are to nap at this time, but you may get out if you need to. I only ask that you stay in your room since mommy has to work. This is our quiet time; your time to be with YOU and my time to be with ME!” She agrees and honors our agreement beautifully. The only thing is that she refuses to be in her crib.
Oh well…no crib? I put her in and she gets right out! The cage has been unlocked, and will she be confined anymore? NO!! Eventually this freedom-excitement will wear off, but in the mean time, I find her on the floor…napping. Or..on the chair..napping. No crib, thank you very much!
This apparently is much more comfortable.
The crib here is merely a place to put in whatever she can find to put in there!
For now, it’s so much more fun to be free from this confinement. 
Freedom is so comfortable. (and so is no clothes!)