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pic of the day: day 27
i wonder if he dreamed he was in jail?

after yesterday's awesome* morning, i confess i was a little nervous which baby i would pick up at school yesterday afternoon: happy-playful-crawl-everywhere baby or angry-yelling-hate-everything baby. much to my delight, a day at daycare apparently put john in a much better mood!

we didn't get to spend a ton of time together as a family - it's hard when my husband and i both go to the gym after work. john goes from school to the gym playroom, and we're all back at the house around 7:30pm, just in time for john's 8pm bedtime. but what time we did have was great, with a little sleepy snugglebug loving on his mommy and daddy and exploring the house. (it cracks me up that he will crawl the whole way across a room to get to the most breakable item in the room. i guess it makes sense - most breakable items are coincidentally shiny and pretty. and, in our house, breakable items are now in a closet or on a high shelf!)

and the biggest laugh of the day came when john had been asleep for about an hour. i went to put some laundry in his room (he sleeps right through it) and his crib looked a little funny. so i turned on the little lamp and saw feet sticking out of the slats. with my hand on my mouth so as not to laugh out loud and wake him, i ran to our bathroom to grab daddy. he begrudgingly followed me to the nursery and was glad he did. compliments to the daddy for photographing the moment, then rolling john back out of the slats without so much as a peep from the kiddo!

and now we're getting ready to go to florida to see gigi and great grandpa ... life is so busy, full, and blessed.

*by awesome, i mean not at all awesome.
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