Naptime with a Baby Be Like… 😴👶🐶
Naptime with a baby sounds peaceful, right? A quiet, restful moment in the middle of the day. A chance to recharge while soft lullabies play in the background.
Yeah, well… not in this house.
Let me paint you a picture: it’s 1:00 PM. The baby’s fed, changed, and finally starting to drift off. I tiptoe around like I’m in a minefield, daring not to breathe too loudly. I cradle her like a glass sculpture, carefully easing her down into her crib like a bomb technician disarming a device.
Eyes flutter closed. Success.
I back away slowly. One foot… two feet…
Then comes the dog.
Teddy, my lovable, fluffy Golden Retriever, has been waiting for this moment all day. He thinks naptime = cuddle time. He doesn’t walk—he gallops in like a Clydesdale on a mission. Tongue out. Tail wagging. Zero stealth.
He leaps on the couch and does the full-body shake—that loud, floppy-eared, jingle-collar earthquake—and stares at me like, “Is it time for snacks or snuggles?”
I freeze, staring at the baby monitor like it’s the screen to a horror movie.
A tiny whimper. A stretch. A blink.
Abort mission.
I scoop her up. Teddy tilts his head like, “What did I do?” Roo, our younger pup, enters the scene dragging a squeaky toy as if to say, “Perfect time for fetch, right?”
Spoiler: it was not the perfect time.
Eventually, we all end up in a snuggle puddle on the couch—me, the baby, Teddy curled around us like a warm loaf of bread, and Roo guarding the toy like it’s treasure.
The baby falls asleep. I don’t move. I won’t risk it.
Naptime with a baby isn’t peaceful.
It’s chaos disguised in cuddles.
But it’s my favorite part of the day.
