Putting Peter Down (Redux)

I thought, dear reader, that I would update you on the status of Operation Parental Sleep, lest you remain concerned about my health and that of dear husband. The bottom line is this: Peter now sleeps pretty much as I imagine all babies his (corrected ...) age do. That is, we do in fact put him down, in a bassinet (which resides in the play yard on loan from Auntie Amber - thank you!), and he does in fact drift off to sleep for a few hours at a time before waking up hungry. On a good night, he goes to bed just before we do (in the 9:30 - 10 p.m. range), wakes up once in the wee hours, and is fed up with being by himself by 6 or 7 a.m. (at which point he demands to be cuddled). On a bad night, of course, he wakes more frequently, and I will usually try to guilt Mark into getting up with him once or, if I'm feeling particularly lazy, twice (you see, dear reader, there's a very involved process that goes into feeding Peter these days, incorporating bottle-feeding and some quality time with ye olde double electric breast pump, but that is a matter for another post). Suffice to say that we are now in normal-new-parent territory, and out of holding-our-child-around-the-clock land (a place to which we hope never to return, cuddly as it may be). Weird thing is, though Peter seems perfectly content to sleep in his bassinet at night now, he staunchly refuses to nap there during the day. He prefers to do so in his infant seat (in other news, Peter seems genuinely to love sitting in the infant seat while awake, which is also a welcome development), which is all well and good but for the fact that, infant seats not being exactly SIDS-proof sleep locales, the arrangement requires my constant vigil. Here is Peter napping in his preferred venue: