that's how Trevy's face looked in the middle of the night.
According to Jonathan. Who proves his love by taking the night shifts.
We've had an especially rough go of sleep in our house recently. When I say rough...I mean waking 5-6 times at least every night! And evidently last night...while I was snug as a bug on a futon in the other room with the big kids...Jonathan reached his exasperation point. And plopped the little Sleep Stealer back in his crib. Experimenting to see if Trevy would give up the fight and just go back to sleep on his own. He slipped outta the room...and crying went (miraculously) silent. 15 quiet minutes later Jonathan...thinking Trevy was sleeping...went to slink (so as not to wake the baby) back in bed.
Only to find himself toe-to-toe with our little Houdini!
Who gave himself the shock of his life when his escape attempt succeeded!
And his little face looked like he'd seen a ghost...
Jonathan's a great story teller. Which is why I'm still giggling every time I think about Trevy's little face...all filled with wonder & surprise that he'd managed to climb to freedom! In one piece. In the middle of the night.
Oh...and there was a happy sleepy ending. Jonathan tucked the little monster in the big bed. Snuggled up to daddy. Where he slept peacefully the rest of the night. Which has us re-contemplating the family bed idea!