Jimmy, the picture this week was you at your Uncle Murray’s house, where you and I went to hang out one evening. You slept on me for a bit, woke up, fussed, were calm enough for a few quick pictures, and then fussed again. You are not a night owl at this point! You don’t want to be awake, but you don’t want to be in your crib, either. Only Mommy and Daddy’s bed will do!