Poor sick little man fell asleep on my arm (right after waking up from a nap) and so I gently laid him down and put a blanket on him. When he woke up about an hour later, he rolled over, looked at me (I was on the floor playing with Keegan) and in his sweet, sleepy voice muttered, "I fall down, mama." I laughed so hard.
Falling asleep in his highchair has become the norm.
Fresh air really has its advantages. Or maybe it was because he couldn't see anything...
A propped arm is a new look for him.
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