By 2:00pm Nate is really fighting his afternoon nap. It just so happens that two and a half miles from my house there exists a drive through Dairy Queen.
A routine has emerged.
He always falls asleep before we turn around and as long as I’m successful in transferring him from the car to his crib then I can have my ice cream and eat it too. So this does not do my waistline good, but the pull of a tearless nap and an oreo blizzard is just too great.
