When Josh was putting him down for a nap yesterday afternoon, Dylan refused to part with his book. It’s not a sentimental book, by any means. He just got it for Halloween this year; I think it was “Llama, llama Trick or Treat” or something like that (some series of children’s books, by the way, are pure and simple genius – ridiculously wacky and nonsensical, but kids love them!). Anyways, he wouldn’t give it up, so Josh came down stairs and told me he was letting Dylan sleep with his book. Ok. No big deal. I remember when we used to be hypersensitive to anything extra being in his crib that wasn’t supposed to be. We followed all the rules. It drove my mom nuts; she’d always ask if I wanted to put a blanket on him, when she knew my answer would be no. “My babies always slept with blankets,” she’d offer as assurance, to which I’d reply, “I know Mom, but we’re not supposed to – it’s not safe. That’s why he’s in a sleep sack.” Anyways, as Dylan has gotten older, we’ve gotten a bit more lax. He’s got two soft “lovies” he sleeps with and, occasionally, we find random toys he’s managed to pull in through the rungs on his crib. His dexterity amazes me – things I was sure I’d put out of reach end up in his crib.
So this book. Not only was it no big deal for Josh to let him take a nap with his book, but it ended up being a brilliant solution to making naps stretch. Because when Dylan woke up, he spent a good 30 minutes “reading” and playing with the book on his own. This type of slow-wake-up is priceless – especially on a Sunday, when it seemed Oscar and Dylan were alternating waking and sleeping patterns. All I wanted was an extra 30 minutes of quiet, once Oscar finally fell asleep and Dylan woke up. And I got it, thanks to that quirky llama book and my lack of attention to safety hazards.