This morning Sawyer wasn't sure what to do with his new found freedom and choice.

So at 1 am he comes strolling out of his room ( or so I imagine).

Turns the kitchen light on.

And grabs a packet of oatmeal.



That's when I caught the one making the noise in the kitchen in the middle of the night!

Sneaky sneaky kid.


He thought it was morning time.

Back to bed he went.

Then, back to bed (with one eye open I went).