Last night, we heard him fussing. And fussing. And fussing. When it didn't subside, I dutifully trudged upstairs and went into his bedroom to try and calm him down.
You see the scene I found. Sam's pants were off, his pacifier was out of his mouth, and he had thrown both on the floor. I had to leave the room to keep from laughing. Thankfully he went on to bed afterwards.
Stripping down to protest sleep is one thing right now, but I foresee much trouble if he doesn't curb this habit by college.
rock house.. rock house.. rock house..
ReplyDeleteI believe Sam wins. Eli never came up with anything that creative.
ReplyDeleteAlso, he clearly is getting ready for the arrival of Ms. Garner.
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