Upset because papa changed her bandaids without asking her, tearstained. Daddy brings her to me and she asks to nurse. So we lay down to nurse.
Huge blue eyes twinkle at the corners as I tell her funny things. Then I fall silent and she just looks at me. Her eyes open wide as she tries to keep them open.
Are you sleepy? I ask. She grunts protest in lieu of a no.
Do you want to take a nap? She grunts again, shaking her head slightly and kicking her feet in protest, her eyes annoyed.
She doesn’t really nap anymore.
I say okay.
I run my finger down her nose, along the outside of her cheek. I have missed her this morning as she has been playing with her daddy, her gramma and her grandpa, drinking in this time with them as they are at work most of the week.
Her eyes blink.
“Your eyes look sleepy, ” I say. “Doesnt it feel good to let them close?” And I trace my finger across the corner of her eyelashes, her eyes flutter closed at the touch. Then open again.
“Your body looks tired, too. Doesnt it feel good to snuggle near?”
Her eyes flutter closed again and she curls herself into my body.
Still awake, but relaxed and still.
Soon her body is heavy with sleep and her little mouth hangs open. Her hands and feet twitch away in some kind of peaceful dream.
Twenty nine months. This is what naptime looks like now, when she takes a nap that is.