Should I be sad that I walked into G's room to see that he had stripped off his PJs...
or happy that he put them in the laundry on his own?
Either way, I was not happy to walk into G's room an hour into his "nap" to find he had removed his sleep sack AND diaper and was jumping around in his crib with just a shirt on.
Two year olds.
As I told someone today, G is my "come to Jesus" child.
Man, do I love that kid so much. It's his saving grace.
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