My children are strange, as evidenced by the recent sleeping habits of not one, but two, of my kiddos:
I walked in to wake Ryan up the other morning, only to find him like this:
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How long he had been there, and how comfortable that really was, I have no clue...
A few days later, I put Carly in her swing. She fussed and screeched, and kept turning around to look at me, but I was trying to keep myself busy so she'd go to sleep without me. Suffice it to say, a little while later, I noticed she had been very quiet. That's when I found her like this:
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