No Nap = crapped out

We tried to put Dylan down for a nap before my concert on Sunday. He wouldn't have it. So after our dinner at Pasquals we headed to Target. He didn't make it, in a conscious state, to Target. Slept from 430pm to 130am and decided he wanted to be awake. So after making a few comments to me and harassing the pregnant lady, Dylan and I went downstairs to wrestle on the couch. I won but it wasn't a unanimous decision. Our love seat is not very comfortable....and I needed a nap on Monday afternoon.



Sleeping in a cart at Target. We had a regular wagon train. It's much easier to shop for Dylan when he's asleep. We even tried on sunglasses.

AAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW