Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My baby grandson really resisted his nap this morning.  He kept standing up in my arms and trying to dance, then making faces, taking a swig of his bottle, then resting for a minute on my chest then getting up again.  I took him upstairs, where it is dark and there is a rocking chair, he looked around, then he settled down.  I sang the song I always sing - Sleep My Child and Peace Attend Thee, All Through the Night.  That's his signal, and he was ready.  I piled a couple of blankets on top of him in the portacrib and he was out like a light.  He is such an amiable guy, and he doesn't get fussy when he's tired, he just rubs his eyes and yawns.  We had a morning of blocks, a wooden train, the popcorn popper toy, and a lot of crawling and standing up holding on to a table or chair.  He wears himself out, and I admit me too, when I'm on the floor any length of time.  So now I have a breather to check my mail, read a bit, and watch the monitor.  A cosy day for us both.