Belly sleepin'...

Dear Nicky,

Shelby, your speech pathologist, came over this morning to work you over. She's good with kids. You were pretty patient for the most part, but you started to fade toward the end. That's okay, though. You're not even four months old yet, and you're doing great, by the way. After your midday meal, I gave you some tummy time, which you did really on, I might add, and then you fell asleep, on the floor, on your belly, for over two hours. It was wondrous to behold. I could feel the rest and rejuvenation you were getting. I myself got no rest, however, since I kept my eye on you the whole time, what with this terror of stomach-sleeping our medical culture instills in us. Later you woke up in a most excellent mood. I think you're learning how to put yourself to sleep in your crib more easily, too. You're crying less and less when we put you down for a nap, although today you were zonked on the floor. It's been really hot and muggy the last couple of days, so we haven't gone out much. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Love,
Dad