Tuesday, August 5, 2014

don't play me, son

It's rather unfortunate that my son's favorite pasttime is napping at bedtime. 

He woke up three times last night and finally ended up in our bed at approximately 2:37a.

Lincoln - 1. Mom - 0. 

So today, I woke him up at the glorious hour of 6a. To my delight, he roused startled and confused.

"You keep me up, I keep you up," I tell those big, bewildered brown eyes.

This mom's no punk.