January 20, 2001 - Saturday
Once again, Harry had a little trouble going to sleep. We had guests over for dinner and maybe that added some excitement to his evening. So, once again, I took over for Harry mother's trying to get Harry to settle in. She was just going to put him in his crib, and maybe that's the right thing to do now that he's more than a year old, but we do that enough to know that he can go to sleep on his own when the situation warrants and the last thing we needed with company there was a wailing toddler upstairs. And, it's still so nice to lie there quietly with him and try to put him to sleep myself. I sing my songs and he lays still.

Tonight, however, was one of those nights when he laid still, but did not seem ready to sleep. I worked through the bedtime repertoire without much success and darn near stopped out of frustration that it wasn't working, he wasn't sleeping, and I needed to get down to the company. Indeed, I did stop for a while, but Harry, as he did once before, broke the silence with "dad." Actually, in this case it was "dad, dad, dad," as to seemingly request another song. How could I resist. I wrapped him up tightly with blankets and held him close and sang one more song. It wasn't enough, but it was close and we laid there a few minutes more in silence before Harry's twitching signaled it was time for me to rejoined our house guests.


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