Tu(n)esday: Last.fm...


What does it say about me that, after a long time running of Nathan leaving his bed in the middle of the night to come sleep in our room, that when a night finally comes when he stays in his own bed, my first thought is not that he finally had a good night’s sleep, but that something is obviously wrong? 

I’m twisted. 

I don’t want anything bad to happen to this little dude. 

And yet that was my first thought. 


[photo by my mom]