"What do you want?"

We're in the process of having our bathrooms re-tiled, so Sawyer and I spent last night and today at my parents' house (with my dad only; mom's out of town). Papa was an excellent host! Here's a photo of Sawyer helping Papa cook our breakfast.

At their house, Sawyer sleeps in a pack-and-play crib, but he's big enough to climb out of it now (which is why we switched to a big-boy bed at our house.)

When I put him down for an afternoon nap today, he wasn't tired. He was bumping around several times, so each time I heard him, I'd go upstairs to check on him. I'd open the door, and he'd do a guilty run to try to climb back in the crib -- He'd been playing with toys from the bookshelf. I'd put him in bed, and tell him to stay there. "Okay, daddy." This happened three or four times.

The last time I checked on him, I said, "I'll let you take some of these toys in bed with you. What do you want?"

"Company."

So, I stayed in the room with him, on the bed next to his. He stayed in his crib :-)