While I was sitting at my desk reading other people's blogs (my favorite past-time) I heard, what I thought was little feet above my head. Nap time should not be quite over yet, but if my older son was up, I wanted to get him out of the room before he woke up the wee one.
I quietly tiptoed up the stairs, careful not to step on an creaking stairs, opened up the doors and peeked in. I saw my three year old laying in bed. His opened his eyes and looked right at me. I quietly beckoned to him: come, get out of bed, be quiet, don't wake your brother, come on, we can watch a show (all just using hand gestures). He blinked once and rolled over to face the wall.
Okay, so that wasn't him I heard moving around the room. And I don't think he is ready to get up.
The little one is turning out to be my reader. See... he can't even go to sleep without holding onto one of his books.
Sweet dreams baby boys.
2 comments:
First, love the new look! Nice! Second, the pic of M with his feet hanging out of the crib and the book in his hand is so cute. Ah, nap time...a lovely invention to keep Mom's sane!
If it wasn't Jack what was the sound of little feet? David and Leah will be happy to investigate paranormal activities! I love those pictures and those sweet, sweet boys.
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