
One nice Daddy-Asher routine that we've gotten into is the afternoon nap. Weekend mornings are a whirlwind on Saturdays and Sundays, and the feverish pace recommences in the late afternoon and early evening. But in between, I can usually get Asher nice and fed, and plop him face down in my chest while I crash on the couch in our living room. Synchronized snoring usually ensues within minutes. Even better, I usually wake up first, which not only means I am arising naturally rather than at the other end of a crying baby, but I can spend a few moments just holding my boy and marveling at how precious he is.
I haven't yet figured out how to extract myself from underneath him. No matter; I've gotten my nap in, he's gotten his, and he's fun awake too.
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