After a few weeks of pulling up on the couch, his pack and play and even his parents, Mr. Man mastered the art of pulling up in his crib. And man, was he ever proud of himself. He's been so proud, that when it comes to nap time, all he wants to do is practice his new skill. That, and chew on his lovely wooden crib. He did finally fall asleep today after a few bouts with his crib.
The only problem is that he is still learning to sit back down. It's not without its hard knocks. This picture of him with a tear is actually because I ran to the other room to get the camera and he didn't appreciate that. Yes, the tear is there, I promise. You can see it if you click on the picture to enlarge it. All seemed to be forgiven though.
And it's been said before, at least around our household, that the sign of a good sleep is wild hair. Sometimes hats help control such ecstatic strands.
But not on days like this:
Don't you just love the drool?!
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