Hmmm...how odd...he has his mother's taste in music. ;-) Anyway, it worked. He fell asleep in my arms. Of course, being the doting mommy, I stared at my sweet angel until my arm fell asleep, and I had to put him down. What is it with us mamas and the need to stare at and cuddle with our sleeping children even after we've been praying for hours that they would fall asleep?
And, yes, I took pictures. Note the pile-o-stuff in the bed. The days of sleeping with one or two strange items are gone. Now it's a whole flock of craziness...books, puppets, toys, even very large dragons. This shot doesn't cover the half of what was actually there. It's a miracle that Stephan and I fit in between it all.