
Here Caleb looks just too cool to be (almost) two.
Last night he woke up around 2:30am and kept pointing towards the downstairs. When asked what he wanted, he sleepily cried..."sandwich!"...I'm a little fuzzy about what happened after that exactly since I rolled over and promptly fell back asleep since I was sure I wasn't going downstairs to give this hungry toddler a sandwich in the middle of the night.
When I woke up at 5:30, he was alseep on his own toddler mattress and Daddy was passed out next to him on the single mattress. (Both of which are on the floor since we haven't managed to get a bed in Caleb's bedroom yet ever since we diassembled the crib.) Perhaps this is a precurser of Caleb wanting to sleep in his own bed? I think that when that day comes, I'll be very sad to lose that wiggly, arm throwing, leg kicking, but extremely cuddly sleep buddy...



















