12:30 AM. Lights out. Kindle down. Roll over into my sleeping fiance and ready to join him in a happy slumber.
*THUMP*
What on earth is that?
*BEEP*
Huh?
*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP*
BABY MONITOR!
Run into the baby’s room to find him sideways in bed, across the top, one arm out the side of the bars, one leg dangling next to it. Snoring.
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