Earlier this week, I was charged with the task of putting Simon to sleep. I, unlike Kate, cannot rely on certain tried-and-true methods. Rather, I have to resort to walking, rocking, singing, patting, and the like. On this particular night, I was giving singing a try. I’m no Pavarotti, but I’m not tone-deaf, either. So I busted out a couple of lullabye-esque songs and rocked Simon while I sang to him. I got the following result:

I guess music really does calm the savage beast. Simon, on the other hand, put up a valiant fight. The little guy was obviously tired, and it was really amusing to watch his eyes close most of the way, only to open again a moment later. Eventually he gave up and became a limp little puddle of baby in my lap. Nothing is cuter than a sleeping baby (sorry Casey).