My 19-month-old son is at that age where he doesn’t want to rest. He is too excited to discover the uncharted world around him.
But sometimes, he needs a nap.
In those moments, I scoop him up – one arm under his bottom and one arm around his middle, my hand gently rubbing his back. As I put him in his crib, I kiss his cheeks, as say, “I love you Elias. It’s night-night time. Go to sleep little one.”
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