Shirtless in Chicago
My son apparently is well on his way to sleeping in the nude.
His new thing, three nights running and at this afternoon's nap, is to remove his shirt. Well, kind of.
He somehow gets his arms up through the neck hole and then pulls it down around his chest and waist. While he is doing this, he is having so much fun, he won't go to sleep.
This afternoon, he was up there chattering and laughing for over and hour and a half. I go up to see what the issue is and there he is, sitting with his shirt around his waist, with a big, "HI!" and a smile.
It's back to the one-piece jammies tomorrow.
We should probably be thankful for small favors though. At least it's not his diaper he is removing.