A Proud Little Man

One morning I was delighted to walk into Rhett's room to find him sitting in his crib and dangling his feet waiting for someone to let him out. Four days later, I walked into his room and he was standing up as proud as can be. He was suppose to be going to sleep. Like any good mother, I grabbed the camera to capture this triumphant moment. The one thing I have learned this week is that I, your mother, no longer control the napping routine. I can put the little man down to sleep, but he decides when he closes his eyes now.