What happened to my shirt?
I had the best dreams.
Kind of embarrassed by his new Flashdance look.
Lala...popping her little head right over the crib rail.
Can you please fix my shirt, Mom?This post may be a little self-indulgent. Since I've been tutoring three nights a week, I've been missing the Crazies waking up from their naps. It's always so cute, but this day was especially cute between the shirt and the bedhead...I just couldn't resist. Is it a little demented that I get jealous that Babysitter gets to wake them up on some days? It's almost over...next week is finals and then we all get a well-deserved break from tutoring. We will not do this again...two nights is plenty!
