rocket pjs
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owen usually wakes up around 7am to the cries of the little girl next door yelling "buuusssss" to her 4 other sisters. so, for the next half hour or so, while i peel my eyelids open, o occupies himself fairly well, with an occasional yell of dada or mama. whichever one he yells first, that's who has to get him.... i'm always rooting for dada, it's the only time i want b to win. anyway, this morning i heard him rustle after the bus call, but then he was pretty quiet. i thought that maybe he had fallen back to sleep. but around quarter of eight i started hearing him playing and then not long after i could tell he wanted out. this is what i found. guess he got hot in his rocket pajamas.