Gamble is pretty sensitive about bedtime. He likes it if we're both able to give him hugs and kisses, and when one of us isn't home, he's at least a little torn up about it. Even though we usually wake him up and hug him to let him know we're there, he never remembers it.
Last night, I was out with Uncles Johnnie and Chris throwing the darts and drinking the beers. I got home before Gamble was totally asleep, but outside his door, I found a note, written out in crayon:
"Daddie, please wake me up."
I went in. He was still on the phone with Nic's folks, so I got to hug him. And he remembered it today.
So tonight, with Mommie gone, I was clacking away on the computer in the loft, and he was on the phone. He came out a couple times with toys that were stuck together for a little help. The second time I took the toy back to him, I nearly stepped on another note, written out in crayon:
"Mommie, please wake me up."
Adorable. He's such an awesome little guy.
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