nap time

Trying to get Chase to sleep on his own has always been much like trying to knock out an elephant out using a whiffle ball bat. In theory it could work, but in reality its always a failure.
So when he hunkered down and fell asleep on this little inflatable chaise lounge couch thingy Monday morning, I nearly passed out from glee, but figured it was a one time thing. Then he did it again on Tuesday, so I became a little more optimistic. The rest of the week, same result.
Give him a pillow and blanket, a cup of juice, and Bob the Builder on TV, and he's out in minutes.

I celebrated by taking a nap on the couch without another tiny human beings body parts banging into me every few minutes.

It. Is. Glorious.