sleep, my child

Aidan is starting to develop more of a character now. He’s inheriting my stubbornness, I’ve noticed. πŸ™‚

He has grown particularly fond of his car seat. He would much rather sit in it than his swing or bouncy chair. That is, unless he’s outside, then it doesn’t matter.

We leave the car seat on the other couch for him to sit in and sleep in. He’d rather sleep in it through the day while taking his naps than his crib. Punk. And usually this routine begins at about 7:30 am, so I have to get up and finish my sleep time on the other couch.

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