Way Past His Bedtime....

Old MacDonald and his friends

Matt and I both came to the conclusion yesterday that our lives would be very boring without this nugget. We chuckled as we asked ourselves, “If Noah wasn’t in Gods plans, what we would do with all our free time?”  I’m not joking when I say, Noah is our nightly entertainment and weekend plans.

Who me? Go to Bed?

Last night, we put Noah to bed at 7:30 and we heard him playing through the monitor like a wild man in his crib. He was a hooting and a hollering having the time of his life. He was standing up, banging on his crib, swinging his paci, and making sounds like a gorilla.  Although he’d been up for over four hours, Noah wasn’t ready for the party to stop and the parents to watch the Olympics without him. So, like the good parents we are, we took him out of his crib and allowed him stay up way past bedtime. We all sat in the living room laughing and playing with his toys.

Striped bum! I just eat up these cute PJ's!