He still prefers to nap on me — in my lap, in a wrap or other baby carrier. But as he is getting bigger, I find myself wanting to put him down for at least one nap a day. It doesn’t always work, but yesterday it did because Mitty curled up right next to him. I was watching her from across the room as she settled herself down, pleased as could be to have found a baby heater.
We didn’t have pets when the girls were babies. Now we have a cat, a dog, and ten chickens (okay, the chickens aren’t really pets, but they are a part of our daily lives). I wonder if Wallace will relate to animals any differently as he grows — because of his early introduction to our furry and feathery friends?