Patrick insisted on wearing his costume (I have no idea who he was pretending to be...some sort of sword fighter guy) to bed. He is still my baby for one more month. I am treasuring the time spent with him as the baby of the family. He's my ever present buddy, and just the sweetest most obedient little boy ever.
At night he lays in his little mattress next to our bed (he assures me that he will sleep in his big boy bed in his room with Andrew when the baby comes) and we read three books. We are on a Dr. Sesss kick right now, but he always insists that after the books we discuss t-ball. That includes naming all the kids on the roster and the dates of his game and who vs. who. Sometimes if he is really really whipped, and I read really really slow and in a monotone voice, he doesn't last through our little routine and just conks.