Flirting with Mr. Sandman

Hmmm. What was I doing? I think I just spaced out for a minute. What's this block doing in my hand? What's this small pink fuzzy square on this block? I've never noticed it before. I think I will look at it. I will continue looking at it. Very closely. For a long, long time.... Aack! How'd my chin bounce off my chest? Wave my arms to balance myself so I don't fall over backward. Look around. Where's Mama? Did she see me almost tip over? Hmm, I can't tell, she's not looking straight at me, but she seems to pick up on a lot. I need to look busy so she doesn't suspect anything. Flap my arms. Clap clap. Crawl fast through the kitchen. "Blah BLAA n-GAH gleetz plb-b-b-b a-NUH!" Blow a steady stream of raspberries. Stay awake stay awake stay awake. Pull myself up on the sliding glass window. Slap slap slap. Chuckle chuckle. Grab the dog's face. Why's the dog leaving? Grab the dog's back! Tight! Aack! Why'd she drag me across the room? Why did I crash to the floor? "W-A-A-H-H!" Thank you for picking me up, Mama. Your arms are so cozy and cuddly. "W-a-a-h-h...." Sniffle-snort. Y-a-a-w-n. Dang! Where'd that yawn come from? And right in front of Mama's face. Yup, she saw. Oh my, we're going upstairs, into my room, over to the window, she's pulling down the blinds, she turned on my lullabies. Should I protest? Should I whimper? I'm tired, but isn't it too early for a nap? And look at all those great books! Yes, Mama, read me a book! Yay, The Runaway Bunny! Ahhh, I love nestling on Mama's lap with a book. She's opening the cover. She's saying something. I wonder what these pictures on the page mean? I can't focus. Rub my eyes. "A-a-a-i-i-i-e-e-e...." Twist and wiggle in Mama's lap. Too much stimulation. Push away from her chest hard. Phew, she caught me before I fell off her lap. She always does. She's standing up. Uh-oh, here it comes. She's laying me down in my crib. Where's my passy? My passy! My passy! Ahhh, my passy, I love gnawing on it on my gums. Wait! I don't want to sleep! Pull up, quick, stand up in the crib! "A-a-a-a-i-i-i-e-e-e...." Bounce up and down. Try to make eye contact with Mama. Please don't make me lie down.... Oh, she's laying me down. Hmm, I guess I'll gnaw on my passy some more. Where's my Lukey-Bear? There it is. I'll bang it into the mattress three or four times. Bang! Bang! Bang! Cover my face with the bear. Rub my eyes. Growl into the bear. Fling my legs around, and push my feet through the vertical slats a few times. Scratch the sheet. Scratch scratch. Fling fling. Bang! Gnaw. Gnaw and growl. Gnaw-aw-aw-aw! Aack! I can't let myself sleep! Flip over into a froggy position. Lift my torso straight up! Balance on my knees. Ooh, too tired. Flop back down in froggy position. Gnaw gnaw. Scratch scratch. Maybe I'll give in and roll back onto my side. Oh no, my arm is stuck, and I'm too tired to help myself. I'll whimper and see what happens. Yes! Mama fell for it and helped! *Sigh* Scratch scratch. Fling fling. Gnaw-aw-aw. Pull a few strands of hair on the top of my head. Y-a-a-w-n. That's it. I give.