Yesterday morning after Wes woke up, I noticed something a bit unusual about him.
Something just wasn’t quite…right.
What could it be?
And then it hit me.
I remembered Wesley fussing in the night and me not being able to figure out what was bothering him. Thinking it was just his sleep sack, I took it off to discover he had somehow put both of this legs into one very tight pajama leg and it was stuck.
In the dark I fumbled around, trying to bring his legs back into the right hole. I tried several times (yes, several) while in a fog before claiming victory and went back to bed. He seemed suddenly happy and content to go back to sleep and I was anxious to do the same.
Nice try, mommy.