Softie

Nate is so sweet and happy and loving so much of the time; he's turning me into a ball of mush. I'm pretty strict about not going in to tend to him at night, but he's started sleeping with a blanket in his crib, and I put it on him when I put him down the first time. Inevitably about 10 minutes later, he calls to me says "My banket, Mama!" and I can't resist - I go in and cover him up again. I make sure to tell him I won't come back in again, and he never calls for me again. He's such a good boy.