What? This is not me lying on the couch.
With Lincoln.
Snuggled in my arms.
During naptime.
Pleeeeeease. He sleeps in his crib where he's supposed to sleep.
Seriously.
(thanks Maddie for catching me!)
And this is not Gabe catching a snooze in the American Girl bed.
I did not find him on the staircase landing last week, almost asleep, in a bed made for dolls.
That's not how he rolls. Or slumbers.
He, also, sleeps in his bed where he belongs.
What kind of parent do you think I am?
