Chip Off the Old Block

M is definitely our son. He seems to have inherited our sleeping-in-why-wake-up-if-there’s-nothing-to-do gene. It is 11 a.m., and he’s still sleeping. Sure, he wakes up every few hours, but if I don’t come in, he just goes back to sleep.

P and my laziness has passed down to another generation. Sniff. This may be my proudest moment as a mother.