An okay mood...

Dear Nicky,

Everything was pretty okay today. You had two therapies, PT and OT, and you did all right with them, although I'm not sure I'm really liking this new OT. I find her a little condescending. This afternoon you took a nap in your crib for a while, then did your usual work-yourself-into-a-frenzy shtick. I couldn't soothe you by rubbing your back, couldn't soothe you in the recliner, so I put you in our bed, because I guess the smell of our pillows usually does the trick. But not today; you just kept tossing about, miserable, trying to go back to sleep, so finally I picked you up and put you on my chest and you were out like a light in a few seconds, and you slept for another hour or so, pinning me helplessly. I didn't mind.

Love,
Dad