The other day I heard the babe wrestling around in his crib. Nap time was officially over and while usually the waking of my baby is announce by adorable coos and little chirps - this waking was quite unusual.
I guess I would call them moans or pathetic low toned whines of some sort. So as I opened the little boy's door I had a curious look on my face and for good reason, as I turned the corner to see this:
Of course, once he realized I had come in the show was just about to begin..
Funny this is, he wasn't crying! He was doing some sort of huffing and pouting. And how his shirt got off one shoulder, I will never know.. but he looked so funny and cute in all his Tarzan-wannabe glory. Yet, he was not laughing
The show was over. what a dynamic personality in this little fellow