When all was said and done, Jack won with a technical knockout. He had mom on the rocking chair sleeping for the last two hours of the night while he maintained his spot resting comfortably on her chest.
I feel almost stupid for having posted the adorable pictures in the previous post. That sweet, content baby boy was not the one we encountered last night.
This is what I encountered before I left for work. Who takes a picture at a time like this? I do apparently. |
And yet, through it all, we can't possibly be upset. Exhausted, yes, but not upset. The look on this little guy's face in the middle of the night is just so innocent. It's as if he's apologizing for keeping us up, and asking that we just bear with him. He's tired too...and he just needs our help. It actually makes us feel pretty good.
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