Our definition of nighttime fun has changed!

Oh the things we do as parents!

Last night Pat and I spent about 10 minutes laying on the floor listening to Graham as he was rolling around and cooing in his crib. We'd raise up to try and catch glimpses of him, then quickly duck back down so he wouldn't see us. We were snickering softly, both of us realizing how silly we were being, but how much fun we were having watching Graham figure out his body movements ... We watched as he discovered the collection of pacifiers along the corner of the crib, and he picked one up and put it in his mouth! We were concerned at a couple of points because his feet slipped between the bars and looked like they were caught, but he had no problem.

I had gone up to check on him because he was making funny waking-up noises. Pat was cleaning a pan in the kitchen, but no sooner had I set foot on the stairs than I heard Pat's footsteps coming up the stairs too ... we just treasure these nighttime wakeup times - Graham is so stinking cute. Sure enough, Graham was awake, and we were able to sneak in while his back was turned towards the door, and we assumed watching positions on either end of his crib. I went back downstairs after a couple of minutes. After about 10 more minutes downstairs, I decided to go check on the situation upstairs. I found Pat laying on the floor, and that's where our snickering sessions started.

In the end, Graham rolled over to his tummy, with one arm stuck under his belly - and got pretty frustrated. We were able to swoop in and save the day (we tried to encourage him to pull it out on his own, but in the end we had to help).

What fun!