The Truth Hurts

Sunday morning was Larry's day to sleep in. It's been an unspoken rule that we take turns getting up with the kids on the weekends. Although my mornings still result in the "baby alarm" going off, shouting for her AM feeding. Hence, it's a luxary I'll enjoy in a few more months.

But when it's Larry's turn he plants an extra pillow over his head and drowns out the noise. Today, Emma had asked where dad was and I said, "sleeping!". She she drew this. ------->

It's very accurate.

He's even on the right side of the bed.

And I'm sure he's laying there enjoying it so much, that a smile has spread wide across his face.

(note: Emma put an "L" for Larry and then spelled her name)