Monday, October 27, 2008

Jen and I were watching TV one night, and apparently little Noah had had a pretty rough day. As we were getting ready to put him to bed we looked over at him in his seat, and he was starting to catch some z's. He was losing the battle with Mr. Sandman.

1 comment:

Suburban Monkey said...

LOL!! If he only knew! Poor boy prob had some bad gas that night suckin down all that air in his bottle!