(Denim bear by Grandma, baby quilt by Amanda, my quilt by Liz.)
realized by five a.m. that I wasn't going to fall back to sleep,
left Malachi in Daddy's care, and made my coffee.
At one point I fed the baby and put him in his crib.
Which is a pack 'n play at the foot of my bed.
And which he hates.
He screamed for awhile.
Then, blissful silence.
I waited about half an hour,
then went to look for him.
He wasn't in his crib.
He wasn't with Daddy.
I got a little nervous.
Here is where I finally found him.
Anna Kate had rescued him after just a few minutes of heart-breaking cries.
This is just one of the many reasons why this little guy is not on a schedule.
Soft-hearted sisters are constantly rescuing him.
Off to his high chair for breakfast.
Now that the day has begun, he's all smiles.
The cutest thing in the kitchen.