Night, Night

This kid loves his bed.  LOVES.  It is his sanctuary.  It is where no one else is allowed (lest they awaken the fury in their mother).

It is just a plain ol' pack n' play (with literally 12 blankets piled under it for cushioning- they don't think about comfort when they make these things).  I bought a real crib for him.  Unfortunately for this baby, his mom thought she could repaint an old Jenny Lind crib.

She couldn't.  In fact, it was quite epic just how horrible she was at it.

Anyway, he is now stuck in this thing until he graduates to a toddler bed.

But no matter how much it offends my eyes to look at the green and brown pattern against the blue and orange decorations that are slowly appearing in his room, he adores the thing.

And I adore him.

P.S.  Wonder why you haven't seen Wyatt with a pacifier since he was tiny and now one is magically appearing?  We have a strict "no binki outside of bed" policy.  It works.  He only cries for it if he's laying in bed and can't find it (it likes to slip under the corner of the mattress).