When Cash was slowly, slowly, slowly drifting off to sleep…Which used to be a two hour ordeal between the ages of 1-3 years old, I used to wait until he was still and count to 100. If he stirred, I had to start over. It kept me sane, gave me an end point.
Quinn loves resting. He rarely fought a nap, but did prefer to snuggle someone. I always said he wasn’t a baby that wanted to be held. He wanted to hold you.
We are still learning about Gray but so far he loves his crib. He would scream at night and I would try to feed him or hold him but the only thing that soothed him was being put down in his crib. However, he wants me to stay in the room. I’m not sure if it’s hearing me or smelling me, but he will not settle until I’m lying in the guest bed beside his crib.
He’s currently tossing and turning. Grunting. Trying to decide if he loves his pack or hates it. 
Joyful Striving 