Two Going On Twelve
Josh and I put Noah to bed on Thursday night and patted ourselves on the back for another job well done. Kid asleep? Check. Time to relax! Well, almost... We walked by Noah's bedroom on our way downstairs. His door was shut (we always leave it open about 4 inches) and there was light peeking through the cracks in the door. WHAT!?! We opened the door to discover Noah reading books in his bed! Truthfully, I had to turn my face so he wouldn't see me trying not to laugh. It wasn't funny, but in a way it kind of was. I knew we'd face this kind of sneaky, quiet rebellion eventually (like when he's a teenager), but at TWO?? Oh, brother!!