Young Sweet Boy

My sweet boy just made me laugh-- a little bit. Here I was, typing my last post when I hear him crying instead of sleeping. So, I go in there and he has thrown all of his bedding behind his bed and had crawled under his bed to get them. He had gotten his pj's caught up in the springs and was crying for help. I also notice that his rocking chair, the one I rock him in every night and read books, has a new occupation: step stool. I guess he wanted to spy on the neighbors or something since he had also opened the blinds. I pulled out his bed and tell him to get his bedding, etc. Then I stand him in front of me to talk about the rocking chair being a "no-no" (which we have chatted about before). He turns his lip inside out, like he is going to cry, but doesn't. In fact he wasn't all that upset at all. He just stood there seeing how far he could turn out his lip. I had to laugh at his concentration-- then he started to giggle at me.

I couldn't get too mad at him. BUT the rocking chair is no longer in his room.