Hogtied

A few nights ago I woke up at 3am to the sound of John David wailing. I stumbled in, rubbing my eyes, and sat down in the rocker. He continued to stand in place, screaming. I whispered, "Come here baby." He stood right where he was, screaming. Finally my eyes adjusted to the light and I saw that he had the cord of his headphones twisted around him and was tied to the bed. He was thrashing around but couldn't move. It was hilarious. The next morning I told Daddy not to put him to bed with his iPod. :)