A Typical Morning

For some reason, this has really been cracking me up lately. Ever since Finn dove off the bed, he's been relegated to his crib where I set him up with about every toy imaginable because he's a little too pesky to play nicely in the closet without trying to eat shoes. He's pretty agreeable to entertaining himself with his trinkets, as I call them, and we haven't had any problems with him associating his crib with play when it's time for sleep. By the time I'm ready to get him dressed, his room usually looks like this. Because no matter how fun the toys are on their own, they are infinitely more fun to drop through the slats of the crib.

I've still been able to spend time with Finn in the mornings watching him play with the other babies. This is Finn's very good friend, Graydon. Graydon teaches Finn a lot of things, and this morning he couldn't wait to tell Finny a new joke. Finny is listening intently because he knows that Graydon tells the best jokes.

Here's a taste of things to come. No separation anxiety this morning. I'm obviously cramping his style and embarrassing him in front of his buds. Gawh Mom!