Usually nap time is a nice routine of potty, books, being tucked in, and a song. Today it was [loudly] abbreviated by a hysterical baby who made it clear that his nap was more important than our lovely little storytime. Jameson handled the interruption graciously and laid right down, and I took William to the living room to nurse.
A few minutes of silence, and then I heard some movement from the bedroom. Then the pages of a book being turned. I smiled. And I sort of envied him for that moment. Oh, the magic of a quiet spot and a book’s illustrations when you’re a little one!
I snapped this picture after everyone had fallen asleep. Who says you have to cuddle soft stuffed animals, anyway?