Out like a light

I think someone drugged my baby! I’ve never seen Chandler fall asleep while I was poking his face. It was insane. We were driving home from lunch after church and were going to go to Gymboree. Chandler was sitting quietly in his car seat when all of a sudden I noticed he was drifting off. We didn’t want him to fall asleep. It didn’t fit into our very precisely planned schedule.

“Keep him awake if you can,” Mom ordered.

I could not. I literally was jabbing his face with my finger and there was no reaction. A few times he opened one eye and looked at me. I can only assume he did this to see who he was going to kill when he wakes up.

This is such a bizarre situation to us because usually naps are such a delicately coordinated event. The timing has to be just right. A little bit of time spent in the swing right beforehand always helps, the sound machine and fan have to be going, the room has to be dark, and of course daddy needs to have his Mt Dew, or operation put baby to sleep is a disaster.

For Chandler to fall asleep in his car seat without the sound machine going, and with strong opposition from his parents is just…well it’s kind of freaking me out.

You know what it was like? It was seriously as if his battery died. I watched as he used his last ounce of energy to look at me, mark me for death, and then do a final systems check before he shut down to recharge. Remember when I said I think he’s a cyborg?

Okay, seriously! A fire truck, with sirens blaring, just zoomed past our car and Chandler didn’t even flinch. I might have to wake this kid up with a defibrillator.