Theo loves him some swing time. Sometimes I’ll put him in while he’s sleeping—or about to nod off—but when I look over a few minutes later he’s totally awake, eyes bright, quietly enjoying the ride.
This makes me feel quite guilty.
I should be engaging the little booger: Read! Sing! Shake a brightly colored rattle! Instead, I’m shoveling a granola bar in my mouth, blog hopping, watching “Engaged and Underage.”
Mother of the year!