Today we got to experience two of the most vile words in the English language when used in conjuntion in this household: five fifteen. The words sound pretty innocuous until you take them into context. Five fifteen is the time when Savannah heads out to work and about once a month, the sound of the door closing will wake Timmy up. The end result is a crying baby just as the only help left for work.
Usually I try to get him back to sleep with just the pacifier, but today it didn't work. So, almost two hours before the time I try to have him wake up at, he's awake and watching Robin Hood. This means he'll be asking for a nap at 7, wake up from said nap at 8:30, and want his second nap at a little past noon. This is going to make for a loooooooong afternoon.
9:57 a.m. update: Well, the video says it all. Actually, a few minutes before the video was taken, Timmy had performed the same feat but with an extra step. I guess he wasn't up to an equal encore. At any rate, he's done more walking now than crawling. (note- if you can't see the video, don't worry. I think the website is having some problems)
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