I guess my shoulder is too bony. He fussed on my lap, then climbed into his dad’s unpadded wooden chair. A moment later, with his head on his little stuffed puppy, he was snoring.
The flash woke him up, so he spent a few minutes fussing on my lap, but now he’s climbed back into the hard chair.
I didn’t wake him up this morning. I would have preferred he stay in bed. But no, he had to get out of his crib.