After a slew of generous backrubs, a continous stand-in-place jostle, a squeaky and shadow-mesmerizing ride in the rocking chair, a detour to the bathroom to remove residual snot from under the nose, another detour downstairs to watch some DVRed American Idol, a very brief and awkward ride in a broken swing (I thought it looked funny), more jostling (but this time sitting down), freestyle floortime (aka, maybe he'll think the floor is like his bed and will just close his eyes and go to sleep), and some toy distractions in the crib, Gabe has finally gone to--
Wait, he just coughed.
Holding my breath...
Still holding...
--sleep.
Ah...
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