Nap Time

Nap Time It was nap time for our friend Bec­ca­’s son, and appar­ent­ly I was just the per­son to put him down. After a few brief moments singing “Back to Pooh Cor­ner”, he was out like a light. Turns out, sleep is con­ta­gious. Though thanks to an oppor­tunis­tic pho­tog­ra­ph­er & her friend, I did­n’t exact­ly get to fall asleep completely. :)

Edit­ed to add: Oops, was just remind­ed that the first song I sang — which actu­al­ly got him to the point of clos­ing his eyes and going to sleep — was what I could remem­ber of the great song by those lean, green, crime-fight­ing machines, “Piz­za Pow­er”. Nev­er thought it’d work as a lul­la­by, but hey, what do I know! :)

3 thoughts on “Nap Time”

  1. Some­where I have a pic of you and I asleep on the couch when you were just about that size.

    If I knew where it was, I’d post it.

    Don’t hold your breath.

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