Smooth

The Boy and I had a great day. He blessed me with two 75 minute naps, and in between we hiked a mile or two along a tributary of Rock Creek.

It took a while to put him down for the second nap; he fussed and fussed. But when I laid him down on our bed he went right to sleep. But because the bed doesn't have safety rails like a crib, I had to watch him. Enforced mellow time for me, which isn't a bad thing.

I read a copy of my neighbor's memoir. A memoir is kind of like a blog, but the words stay the same all the time.

When the Boy woke up, he had a huge smile, cuddled with me, and wanted to play.