Squirrel Fists

Whenever Klara is ready to fall asleep, she presses her little fists against her chest like a little squirrel. There is nothing anybody can do to make this happen before she is good and ready, so all evening long N and I ask each other, “Squirrel fists? Is she making squirrel fists?” And the moment we see the fists, we know it’s up to us to help her fall asleep. It always happens between 9:30 and 10 pm, as if the baby had a little built-in timer.