So this morning I wake up to babbling and squeals over the baby monitor. I look at the clock and see that it's 6:45. Oh great nice and early. What happened to my baby boy who could sleep until 9pm? The one who took 2 epic naps per day? The one who barely woke in the night and would go to bed at the drop of a hat. Is this the start of teeth coming in (finally).
Well wouldn't you know he had to prove me wrong. I'm downstairs drinking coffee and he's still upstairs asleep. I guess that was just a little playtime before drifting off again.
Oh and why is it I can't stop taking photos of him sleeping? Here's the latest one. I love how he's got a whole bed to spread out in yet that corner is the best.
