This morning Felix decided to sleep in, which doesn't mean he slept a straight 12+ hours, but let's focus on the element of his night that has NEVER happened in our house before--waking up well after the second half of NPR's Morning Edition commences.
I had to wake him up.
Wait--how do you wake a baby? I've never done that before; they area always my alarm clock! Help!
We were late. Eric was frantically tying his tie in his underwear (yup, I went there), I was in my towel, and Miles was playing with a sock monkey on our bed. There was no time for Rip Van Winkle to pull his stunt this morning. I decided to do the slow wake-up--mimic the (fluorescent) sun rising. I opened Felix's door and turned on the exceptionally bright hall light.
I peered in his room, and wouldn' you know it...
...the darn boy is STANDING in his Bjorn crib, peering at me with a sleepy face and tousled hair.