J was giving me his sleepy signals, rubbing his eyes that were slowly turning pink around the edges, wanting to nurse and be cuddled, yawning and sucking on his thumb. So I took him to the bed, we climbed in together and he nursed with droopy eyes.
When he finished nursing, I crept off the bed and turned around to see that he had already flipped to his belly and was grinning at me. He started to jabber, do his "push-ups", and kick his legs. All right, little man.
I left and listened to him talk for 20 minutes. Each time I walked past his door, as quietly as humanly possible, mind you, he somehow sensed my presence and turned his head. With a loud shriek he let me know that he was as happy as a clam and would not be taking a nap anytime soon, thankyouverymuch.
45 minutes passed and he was rocking the tummy time. But now his vocalizing had a bit a fuss at the end, and I knew that today he would not be taking a nap. Thank goodness he's so cute that I don't mind "rescuing" him and snuggling together. In my arms and off to the living room we went...and he was asleep.