Karin is asleep in our bed.
Liam is asleep in his bed. The gaseous results of his recent formula change rumbling over the baby monitor to the living room and wafting their way across the whole first floor.
I’m on the couch. Listening to Liam’s breathing (and farting) pattern over the monitor and laughing to tears at old Cheers episodes.
1:30am on a Wednesday. It looks a lot like any other night at 1:30am at my house.
Smells the same too.
He’s lucky he’s so damn cute.