A crib is a lonely place. Imagine if your bed were this much bigger than you, proportionally. And suppose you were not allowed to snuggle up with any blankets or pillows, except for one blanket wrapped around you like a straitjacket. Well, anyway, this morning Della took her first nap in her crib. I charmed her to sleep with about 20 rounds of “Stay Awake” from Mary Poppins (because it’s never too early for reverse psychology) and “Maybe” from Annie (because it’s never to early to be grateful you’re not an orphan).