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Getting sleepyhead from car to crib

I almost did it!
Several times throughout the first months of Willow's life, I was able to get her from the car to her room without waking her, but that was when I was carrying that handy-dandy car seat with a handle on it. And she lay sleeping in her car seat in the floor of her room.
She has long graduated from that car seat, moving up into a much larger one, and one without a handle.
Since then, I've gotten her asleep from the car into the house, but somewhere along the way to her room, she always wakes up.
This morning we ventured to Kroger to pick up some produce for a meal Che is cooking Wednesday night. On the way back home, Willow fell into a slumber.
I got her out of her car seat constraints, into my arms and up the steps into the house without waking her. Then I tiptoed through the dining room, kitchen, living room, hall and into her bedroom. So far so good.
I even placed her on her back in her crib and took off her sandals (these have buckles, so no easy task that). She stayed asleep the whole time.
I covered her with a blanket and placed Baby in her arms. Not a peek out of her.
Then as I walked away from the crib and out the door, she popped up and uttered, "Ungh!" She pointed at me as if to declare, "Not this time, mister!"
I walked back over to her, tucked her in, kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's OK to take a nap, baby. Go right on to sleep."
Harrumph to that.
As I sit here typing, I hear her through the monitor, busily playing in her crib.
"Not this time, mister!"

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