Last night, I put Jack to bed, and while Harry and Ben read stories, I took a shower. As I was shutting off the water, I heard a huge crash and assumed Ben fell down. I laughed a little as I applied layers of non toxic hippy lotion anticipating his tale of woe, but on my way downstairs, I caught movement through the crack of the boys' door. I peered into their room and saw Jack sitting up in bed in a pile of books. As a I watched he yawned, grabbed a Toy Story early reader and flopped down on his tummy to "read."
On my way to bed a couple hours later, I sneaked in with my phone to investigate and take pictures.
The crash was Jack leaning precariously over the edge of his crib and swiping an armful of books from his shelf, knocking many onto the floor and many more into his bed.
This is how he fell asleep
like a plush, snoring doll.
Uploading my phone pics this morning, I found this one of my office that I took last week as I ran out to pick Harry up from preschool.
I also like to live among messy book piles, I guess. Also, wrapping up the semester while prepping for summer and fall? NOT A PRETTY SIGHT.