Sam has now been asleep for an hour and 15 minutes. This is unprecedented in the history of napping, people. Is it the dawn of a new day? A new day in which I have an uninterrupted stretch of time during which I can do such things as shower? Catch up on work? Blog? This remains to be seen. Currently I'm just wasting the time by walking up and down the hall to his room to check on him, all the while singing (quietly) and doing jazz hands.