So, I stay up to watch the end of the baseball game, and The Boy is not sleeping well at all. He's up at 1 and again at 2:30, each time for a hug, a snuggle, and a tuck in. Granted, he follows me to the gate to yell, but his heart isn't in it, and he returns to be reasonably quickly each time.
4am, he's awake. I ask Mommy what to do, she doesn't care. So, I go to tale his gate down and let him make his choice.
He's standing at his gate, buck naked. His pajamas and his diaper are in a pile next to him, and he's quite entertained at our reaction. I get a new diaper, replace his pajamas, and he follows me to bed.
His feet were freezing.
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