Raisin' this baby right...?

Between noon and about five, Natalie runs into a rough patch where she's sleepy, but doesn't want to sleep unless VERY specific requirements are met, i.e, being held with no pillows to support my quivering arms, a blanket, and the sucker being inserted and reinserted every 45 seconds. And I just didn't want to do it today. So I created a little spot on the floor for her with lots of things to look at, and I camped with her for a little bit, trying to either keep her happy and awake, or asleep. But she would have none of it.

In a last ditch effort to stop the crying and not have to tote her for the next two hours, I turned on a little old school Justin Bieber.

Out like a light.