Noah seems to be going through a bad relationship with his bed. Not only has he been popping out of it on a frequent basis in the evening after bedtime and crying like he’s being tortured when we declare “bedtime” or “naptime,” but he’s perfectly willing to curl up and “sleep” on the couch with me. Or on the mattress next to his bed. Sometimes even on the floor.

This morning, I woke up to find him snoring on the floor in front of the gate at his bedroom door.

Incidentally, while the whole broken arm and split lip thing take their toll on parental confidence, seeing your child prostrate on the floor in the “I came looking for you, Mommy, and you weren’t there” position has a uniquely heart-wrenching impact on one’s sense of parenting ability.

Has he been there for the last 6 hours? Or only the last 1? I have no idea.

Fruit & Veg Count, 4/28: 1/2 of a large banana, 3/4 cup of carrots.