On most days, I rock him, sing to him, lay him in his crib. No nap. So I bounce him, shush him, put him in the swing. No nap. Then I play with him, rub his head, put him in his chair. No nap. So I walk with him, pat him, and put him on a blanket on our couch. No……nap. Which is why some days I find myself steering our monster of a stroller aimlessly around Stoneridge Mall with the other new moms and their no-nap babies, weaving in and out of stores in a constant flurry of movement because being in the stroller is the only thing that will keep Max asleep. And I realize that the aisles at Sephora are way too small as I continuously bump Max’s enormous limo into the lipgloss shelf and run over a whole display of vanilla-grapefruit smelly lotion. Which of course makes me realize that, after walking away with a sample size leave-in conditioner and my lips dressed in the latest coral shade, that I have got to teach this child how to nap AT HOME.