Rock-A-Bye Henry

Henry fell asleep in the car this morning after a very traumatic haircut, his third ever. He was only out for about fifteen minutes, but it was enough to make him think he was not gonna take a nap in the afternoon, no way no how.

I tried, believe me, but after half an hour of him walking on the bed, doing the "all done" sign, and thrashing around saying "roh, roh" ("roll, roll"), I finally got him up.

Several hours later, though, we found this:


I particularly love the foot on the gate. Babies are so silly.