My sweet little boy used to go down for his naps so calmly. A little snuggling, a little singing, and he would lay his head down as I placed him in his crib. NOW, he has discovered the art of climbing up the crib rails to stand up. Now, after the snuggling and singing, I lay him down in his crib, and he puts his head down for a second. Then, he sees the crib rails, remembers what he can do with them, and quickly pops up on all fours, bolts for the side of the crib, and scales the rails to stand up. Fortunately, he's not afraid to let go of the crib to get back down. However, since the crib has become a jungle gym, naps seem to have become play time. The last hour-and-a-half, for example, should have been nap time. I watched through a crack in the door as he stood up, sat down, rolled around, cried a little, stood up, sat down, cried, etc. over and over again.
Will he ever sleep again?
P.S. We left our already-dying camera in Utah, which is why I've been lacking pictures lately. Poor Carson's life history will be missing his 8th month. Once we get a certain huge check from a certain branch of the military, we'll finally be camera owners again.