Poor Natalie. Somehow this game was invented. It's called "Throw All Natalie's Clean Laundry That Mom Never Folds, Just Keeps in The Basket Indefinitely, Onto Natalie's Head." He just laughs his little guts out when he does this to her. The last picture of Natalie totally reminds me of the garbage lady at the end of the movie Labyrinth. Remember her?
And one last story. A few mornings ago, Jansen and I were just hanging out while Natalie was still sleeping. Somehow he slipped away from my watchful eye and a few minutes later I heard through the monitor Natalie's mobile going. And then a happy little voice calls out,"I'm here!" I bounded up the stairs and found a wide eyed Natalie adjusting to the bright light Jansen had flipped on and Jansen clinging to the side of her crib. The little stinker had woken her up, but it was so cute.