My son Atticus, three, is a deep sleeper. Much like his father. He also tends to choose interesting places to sleep. Today we discovered him asleep in a laundry basket on his bed.
Then this happened:
I'm just going to see how far I can move him like this. http://t.co/jz5Mfm40uE
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
Got him downstairs. http://t.co/gG46PGvdNF
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
Outside. http://t.co/Muzsto4THS
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
Inside his cedar play house. http://t.co/PU9EJWWgWE
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
In the hammock. http://t.co/vWdnfxfX9U
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
Difficulty level: Moses. http://t.co/MRXJhb219c
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
Balanced. http://t.co/eqc5lMKos3
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
Finally got him to wake up.
The adventure ends. http://t.co/lcvkLb1ctO
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
I showed him the photos and videos. He went from sleepy to bemused to incredulous to recounting stories about his adventures.
So the only two sleeping photos Atticus doubted were the cedar house and hammock ones. The rest he “remembered”.
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
And that was the end of his adventure. Then, as I was about to post this, this happened:
And… he got stuck in a trash can. http://t.co/xq5QtDOoaN
— Mark Jaquith (@markjaquith) January 28, 2014
Oh, Atticus.