One Nap

His whole life, Caleb has napped
On my back, in the bed, in the car,
Without real pattern that I could tell.
When he was sleepy, he slept.

These last days, he has taken one nap.
Long, in the middle of the day.
He is ready for bed by 7 or 8,
And wakes by 7, the happiest baby you’ll see.

I say this to the concerned mother in me:
Yes, you do notice things.