Lately, Little Man has been fighting Momma when I go to put him back down after he gets up at night. Knowing that if he begs long enough I'll give in and nurse him - when he neither needs nor really wants any more, just the comfort - he keeps us both up longer than we'd like. Daddy has been coming to our [my] rescue the last couple of nights and taking over when he can. He's developed a system that puts Little Man out almost instantly: he sings to him. Usually, I hear Jesus Loves Me sweeping softly through the house, and it melts my heart.