Where's Maxy?

I could barely find him in his crib this morning among all his possessions.  I think he has enough lovies.  What is not pictured is his orange plastic pitching wedge.  His ultimate prized possession.  He sleeps with it almost every night.  It's become part of the bed time routine.  That, and laying on the floor for two minutes to look at the stars and moon on the ceiling.  Oh, and then there's eating a snack (or second dinner) right before bed too.  I swear this kid has a hollow leg; I'm not looking forward to the grocery bill when he becomes a teenager.  While gazing at the stars on the ceiling, he asked if he could eat the stars and the moon too.

 

 Sweet dreams sweet boy!