I had a bad night

I had a bad night

I had a bad night

My teething is making it tough to sleep. Mommy tried for hours to help me. Finally dad took me downstairs and I slept on him. Now it’s morning and he brought me upstairs and I’m sleeping in his bed next to him.

Fishy!

Fishy!

Fishy!

I’d forgotten fishy. It was in my toy box that I was crawling on and then dad opened it for me. A lo’ more toys. And fishy!