I’ve been trying to get Samara to take a nap all day. I’ve been rocking her, patting to her, letting her cry a little, giving her the pacifier, you get the idea. Finally, Wil says to me “I’ll take her.”
I gladly hand over the baby and go do the dishes. 15 minutes later, I return to the living room and find this:
I’ve asked him what is secret is, but he insists that he doesn’t have one.
“I just try everything babe.” He says.
I try everything too, but nothing works.
Well, at least she’s asleep. I should really be sleeping too.