Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

I'm a creature of habit. In the early morning hours I usually tidy my room a little bit, stare at the ceiling and contemplate life, chatter with Nikki Kitty, and then call my parents into the room for some human socializing and breakfast. I do this every morning. But I must have been having some pretty great dreams this morning because I slept for extra long and mom had to come check on me. 


This is the scene mom encountered when she came to check on me: Crib in disarray, snoozing away on my tummy with my butt in the air.

I'm a classy guy, huh? Check out the sleep mark on my forehead. Nice.


And don't worry, beloved friends and relatives, about all the stuff in my crib. I'm super strong now and can turn myself over, so SIDS Isn't really a risk anymore. But it's nice to know you care.