I started wrestling in the floor with Sam last night before bed. I would knock him down sideways or backwards and wrap my hand behind his head to keep him from hitting it, which ended up not being necessary because he would catch himself every time and roll out of it. He had a blast. He was laughing and laughing and laughing. He would try to crawl away and I would get him again - he thought that was great fun.
After a few minutes instead of stopping him I was going to let him crawl away. He was so worn out that he could barely crawl and it took everything he had to move just a little bit. Will and I couldn't help laughing at his sad little attempt to crawl. Needless to say he ended up in bed not long after that and he was out in less than 5 minutes.
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