A Day of Rest

Apparently, all that love and adoration Thomas got over Christmas was exhausting. We got back Thursday evening and he was asleep by 9:30. Friday morning, he slept later than he ever had in his baby life. At 10:40, I decided to wake him up to feed him. His diaper had long since failed, and he needed a bath and new sheets. He sat with his head down, sucking his thumb during the short bath and tried to fall asleep while I dried him off (which he usually hates). He took several long naps through the day and went to bed at his usual time. I guess he was just tuckered out. Today he seems much more like his usual self.