Most nights, before I go to bed, I pop my head into James's room. You know, just to make sure that he's still breathing, that he's still super cute, and that he hasn't shimmied down the drain pipe and stolen my car.
Here was the scene I walked into last night:
James cuddling with my kitchen tongs.
And let me just say that I totally get it--sometimes, when it's rainy outside, I like to set my Kitchen Aide mixer up right next to my pillow. It helps me feel loved.