Yesterday, I drove my nephew back to Prescott. He was so homesick and kept crying for his brother. We were supposed to have him a week, but the crying was heartbreaking. He was fine when we were "engaging" him, but if there was a 2 second lull, he was at my front door crying again.
A funny thing happened on Monday night. I sat and rocked him in the rocking chair until he fell asleep. When he was good and asleep, I put him in his "nest" on the floor by my bed. (We're afraid to let him sleep upstairs, because I don't want him falling down them in a drowsy state.) I then laid down on my bed to watch "I Love The Millenium" on VH1. At the start, they were talking about the crazy "WAZZZZUPP!" trend that went on in 2000. A couple of seconds later, I hear this little voice coming from the nest on the floor,
And then he rolled over and went back to sleep.