Last night, I had trouble getting C to sleep. Usually, that’s Katie’s job, but since she had to be elsewhere, I stepped in. I was less than thrilled to do it, frankly, because I’d spent an hour yesterday afternoon trying to encourage her to have a good nap. I’d had enough of it. But I ended up glad to be there.

C is usually pretty easy to get to sleep. You read her a book or two, turn off the lights, and hand her a boppy. It usually only takes fifteen minutes, and you can get up and get on with your day (assuming the fifteen minutes in the dark weren’t enough to put you to sleep, which they often are).

But last night she refused the boppy. I couldn’t believe it. Instead of drinking her milk, C sang and chatted, chatted and sang. She rolled around and played with my beard. And she laughed. In short, she was insanely cute.

But after a while, I was getting tired and ready to move on. I guess C was, too. She crawled up on my chest, like a newborn. I unconsciously started rubbing her back, and within a minute or two she was fast asleep.

I almost called Katie to bring in the camera, but I knew it just wouldn’t work. She’s growing up fast, but she is becoming more and more wonderful every day.

Traveling at Godspeed

Moments you wish you could catch on film