Three Sundays ago, Owen took a long nap on me, and didn’t wake until I insisted he get off me at 3:30. Because that is a good deal later than he usually naps, we decided to take him to the nearby lacrosse field, not in use on Sundays, to tire him out. This was more difficult than I had thought it would be, since although he was happy to cover all four corners of the vast field, his idea of the perfect such tour was up in my arms while I hoofed it hither and thither across the greenery.
So I finally had to put him down and then run from him to get him to jog after me. He found a stick and that made him happy.