Lucas is typically one of two things when I lay him down for nap; he's either wild child or comatose child. Today he was wild child.
Wild child always includes body slamming every stuffed animal within the confines of his crib. Then it requires all the animals to be thrown outside of the crib... as if to say, "I'm done with you, now out of my sight!" After this has taken place, he will reshape his cloth mobile and remove the parasol from it's frame. Lastly, he'll turn on everything within reach that makes noise... resulting in four different songs playing at the same time.
This is a ten minute routine that includes lots of wall hitting, laughing, screaming and banging. I am always on the edge of my seat, because any day now I'm expecting him to launch himself over the sides of his crib. Every loud thump, I wait for a giggle or positive response to ensure he's not laying on the floor, impaled himself on a toy or unconscious from a severe concussion. Yes... I know how dramatic that sounds... but seriously, this is how my mind works.
After this routine has spent itself, he waits for me to come into his room and collect the essentials for him: binky and Keith Richards.
Today I filmed our usual interaction that takes place while I collect his essentials:
*I may have tickled him a few times...