
Since Noah uncovered -and consequently perfected- the art of rolling over, sleeping can be somewhat of a problem. If he stirs just the tiniest bit, his instinct is to roll; roll quickly, before the dreaded arm of Mom or Dad stops you! His brothers are impressed with his skills ("Mama! Noah rolled!") and even give him an encouraging nudge if he gets stuck. But naptime... I
need him to nap. For just a little bit, mm'kay? Because if he doesn't, he is one cranky little dude. So into the bassinet he goes. A few minutes later, you'll glimpse tufts of brown hair bobbing up:

A small booty...

And a Noah face, grinning his triumph! "I defy you, naptime! ADVENTURE AWAITS!"
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