My Rockin' Squeeker

Many days, I bask in the couple of post-bedtime hours spent in peace and quiet with Chad. Tonight was no exception. But a few minutes ago, we heard a wierd squeeky sound. After some investigation, we went upstairs to Everett's room and found him rolled over onto his back (despite the stragetically placed pillow) rocking back and forth making his bed squeek like crazy! He just looked up at us and grinned like a child trying to charm his way out of trouble. (Chad used to rock and squeek his bed to help himself fall asleep too - up until the day we got married, in fact, even a few times since.) And who could resist that gorgeous grin??