I have discovered the secret to getting Bun to sleep, and, true to form, Bun has picked the most mobility hampering method possible.
I have to swaddle him and then lay (lie? lay? help me out, ye English majors who are not sleep deprived) on my left side in my own bed (not the couch! never the couch!) with him practically tucked up into my armpit. Then, once he falls asleep, I have to give him about ten minutes to see if he is really asleep or if he is faking me out. This is a crucial step because I have fallen for the fake-out in my haste to get up and do something else. Like go to the bathroom or stop Sally from unwrapping all of the Easter chocolate.
Once I have determined he is asleep, I slowly drag my arm out from beneath him and roll him into the warm spot I've been occupying, because we all know that cold sheets mean your mother is trying to sneak out the back, Jack. If he is still asleep, then I slither down off of the bed shaking the mattress as little as possible and, I will admit it only to you, my friends, I have been known to hit the floor and crawl away from the bed. Because even though he can only see things that are a foot away from his face, Bun can sense my upright presence, you know.
If I can escape the room without being detected, I can usually count on a good little nap from him, especially in the afternoon. If not, then we are back to square one.
Heaven help me when he is older and can't be left on my bed anymore, since I'm pretty sure my days of climbing in a crib are long gone.