Each weekend, Kate and I have great hopes of the boys napping and thus, us too, by extension. This happens less and less, sadly. Saturdays are my days to sleep in, and Sundays are Kate's. This used to mean that Kate would get to nap with Maceo on Saturdays and I would on Sundays. Both boys now actively fight the nap, and Cassius pretty much only falls asleep in the car. Maceo almost never naps. We still try, though, and on a recent Sunday afternoon, I lay down with him in my bed and told him to get ready to be still and try to sleep.
"Can I sleep on you, Daddy?"
"No, you weight something like 60 pounds! Let's just snuggle."
"Mama lets me sleep on her."
"Well, it's too uncomfortable for me."
"OK, but you're missing out on the good stuff!" he told me.
And I did because in the end, neither of us took a nap.
