No, not Mick Jagger and Keith Richards’s little yellow pill; it’s far better than that. Sylvan took a two hour and 50 minute nap this afternoon. Yes, folks, that’s almost three whole hours! Sylvan was mother’s little helper, but only because he was asleep. Now, if you don’t spend the majority of your time with a 14-month-old, that may not seem like a big deal. You might actually SQUANDER three hours watching TV or driving a car or something. No, that’s valuable time. I fertilized the lawn, ate a fake chicken cutlet on a roll (not just Halloween candy for lunch), made arrangements to get a native shrub for our backyard, e-mailed a travel agency about our Christmas flights, put up hooks in the laundry room for our wet biking outerwear, talked to my cardiologist, talked to the outreach coordinator at REI regarding the Friends of Buford Park’s silent auction, prepared for tomorrow evening’s board meeting, and answered other random e-mails. Wow. I crossed off every single item on my “immediate” list. Oh, did I mention that I had had coffee for breakfast?
When he finally awoke, I found him sitting in the corner of his crib, legs stretched out in front of him with his socks off, talking. All of his crib items – bears, bunnies, and blanket – were no longer in the crib but were in a heap on the floor.