Yesterday, Kieran fought his morning nap for an hour. He cried and wailed and pointed to the door and yawned and squirmed and rubbed his eyes and laid down and stood up and chewed on the crib. In the end, he collapsed in my arms and I was able to lay him down for a 45-minute snooze. But he wasn’t really rested when he woke up. He was still cranky and unhappy with life, and he stayed that way the rest of the day.
This morning? He was rubbing his eyes and yawning by 9:30. I took him in his room and sang him a song and laid him in his crib and sat down next to him and rubbed his back (which worked like a charm the last two weeks, for the record). But when he stood up and started crying again, I decided to go for a two-minute drive through the neighborhood.
He was asleep within 30 seconds of me pulling out of the driveway.
And he is now sleeping peacefully in his bed.
Why can the car do what I can’t?*
*You don’t really have to answer that. I don’t care. I’m just happy he’s taking a nap.