Last night he was still rocking away after Maggie fell asleep (we let them stay up late with the party). He started rocking slower and slower, then got down and came over to me, fussing a little. He was wet, so I took him to the changing table. Zonk. As soon as I laid him down he was out cold.
Tonight he was doing another marathon rocking session. We were joking about him staying up there until he fell asleep and went thump. I joked about installing airbags in the rockers so he'd have something soft to land on. Sure enough, celticdragonfly turned around and saw him rocking slowly, eyes half closed, wavering a bit in the saddle. She picked him up and he was instantly asleep on her shoulder. The boy'd rocked himself to sleep.