Dinner is...interesting on those days, either involving a hyper, chatty little boy or a big ol grump.
Isaac did not fall asleep today at naptime and was exhausted by the time bedtime rolled around. At night, Tobe always gets Isaac settled into bed with some books (He is like his parents and loves to read for about 20 minutes before turning out the light) while I get E. to bed. I then go in, kiss Isaac, and tell him how much longer he may read.
This is what I found when I entered Isaac's room tonight: I wish I could say this was staged, but it wasn't. The child was out cold.
Being the caring Mommy that I am, I immediately ran and fetched Tobe and the camera. Because what is childhood without at least ten completely mortifying pictures floating around?
Aren't the houseshoes the best? Isaac believes that one must actually sleep in one's houseshoes, which he does most nights. I love to see his stick figure frame in PJs with those big ol houseshoes on his feet...makes me smile everytime.