Hazel just asked me to put her down for a nap.
Her usual sleeping-time comfort arsenal is a binky, a blanket, and a stuffed animal. She found a blanket and a little plush dog in the living room, then crawled up to me and reached for me. I picked her up and cuddled her. After I hugged her she said “Wa,” and I correctly guessed that she wanted me to sing Rock-a-bye Baby. Before I was done cradling her and singing, though, she acted impatient, and I asked, “Would you like me to put you in your bed?” She said, “Es.” So I carried her up and tucked her in, and she hasn’t whimpered since.
The reason this particularly surprised me is that she already had a long nap this morning. But a couple of mornings ago she had a high fever, so Dean took her in to the doctor (I was glad he was able to do that, since it was my turn to drive Rose’s carpool) and found out she had a double ear infection. She’s taking an antibiotic now, and I’m sure she can use the extra rest; I just wouldn’t have guessed she’d be the one to tell me so.