Rarely seen in our house ...
We have four very different kids with four very different sleep habits. For the first 3 years of his life, Silas was an only child. A very spoiled, only child. He slept with us night and day. When nap time came, either Archie or myself would rock him to sleep and hold him through his nap or lie down with him in our bed. I'm not even sure WHY we had a crib. We swore that we would never do THAT again.
Along came Gavin; pop in his lullaby CD, put him on his tummy, give him his raffie and he was out like a light!
Millie wasn't too terribly different either except that we had to let her Cry It Out a bit before she saw the light of peaceful sleep. No music ... no lights ... just her lovie and thumb.
Then we have Tucker. Came out of the womb a champion sleeper! He could sleep through ANYTHING! But as time wore on, he's turned into a monster of a sleeper. He's only 10 months old and down to one nap/ day. At night, he does relatively well. Some nights he makes it all night in his bed and some nights he fusses until we put him in our bed. His favorite position is either with his head on my pillow or his head rammed into Archie's back and his feet propped up on me. A small price to pay for a good (kind of) night's sleep.
When Archie was home over Christmas, we had the luxury of being able to rock Tuck to sleep and hold him while he got a decent nap. Not now though. Here's our nap routine now. I lie down with Tucker after lunch and he snuggles right up to me. I get a few kisses and he talks for a while. I'm not sure what all he's saying, but it's important stuff I'm sure. Then the yawns come and the eyes slowly close and then fly back open. He grabs hold of my shirt fiercely and then we start over again. Kiss, kiss, talk, talk and then it happens ... he's out ... like a light. I listen for that slow rhythmic breathing and feel his vise-like grasp give just a little. I slowly ease out of bed (this of course when I haven't fallen asleep myself). If he wakes up, I freeze; hoping he doesn't see that I'm trying to make my escape. I build up the fort of blankets around him so that he neither rolls out nor crawls out of bed. Head to the kitchen and crank up the baby monitor. Sometimes I get an hour; maybe even two if I'm lucky.
I really think that Tucker was God's way of telling me, slow down, enjoy this; it won't last forever and yes, every baby is different. I know that one day he'll be in his own bed, so I enjoy those sticky kisses and sweet baby breath while I can.