Poor Third Child

Oh Graham.  What should I do with you one moment he's as happy as can be and the next he'll yell at you like a wild banshee.  Seriously just ask my sisters that visited last Thanksgiving.  He's crazy.  It doesn't help that he's been going to sleep a bit later than usual because of summer.  On Saturday I came home from shopping and he would not stop crying so I told him to go find his George (his favorite stuffed animal) and go to bed.  After a while I realized the crying had stopped so I looked around for Graham and found him like this.

Too tired to even walk up stairs.  It kind of reminds me of my younger sister growing up.  She didn't really have a bedroom and would sit at the top of the stairs at bed time and wait for someone to let her into their room to sleep.  I feel like if this was my first kid I would have taken him upstairs to his bed but I thought, "Hey he'll be fine, and its 4 o'clock I really don't want him sleeping that long."  I'm terrible. 

At least he has nice siblings.  I guess the first two aren't too messed up.