This Is Not a Nap, Daddy

Baby’s mommy spent Saturday evening listening to a lecture by the next president of the United States of America, Hillary Clinton, which means baby spent Saturday night with daddy. Though we got baby to fall asleep in my arms and over my shoulder in the usual manner prior to being put in her crib for a nap – or, as I hoped in this case, the beginning of her night’s rest – baby was having none of it. She would sleep, instantly, when draped over my shoulder, but as soon as I began lowering her into her crib she awoke and held out her hands and feet like the pods of a lunar landing craft and froze when they made contact with the crib mattress. So, I sat on the couch and let her sleep on me for a while. When I’d lost circulation in most of my upper body, I tried putting her down one more time for good measure. When that didn’t work, I draped her over my shoulder and crawled ever-so-carefully into a single bed I crash in when she naps, easing her down next to me. To make an even longer story shorter, she stayed asleep nestled beside me until mom came home, and I won’t be sad if it happens again.