This afternoon the house was quiet. Audrey was napping, Owen fell asleep watching Pete's Dragon [I don't blame him, that movie bores me to tears] and Oliver was happily playing in the bumbo. I decided to celebrate the first day of September the way any overly tired mother does. I went to catch a few Zzz's myself. So. . .I whisked Oliver off to bed with me. I thought that I would nurse him a little and off we'd both be in dreamland.
Part of my plan worked. I nursed him. Still awake. Then I swaddled him up. Still awake. Finally, I closed my eyes, hoping the sound of my repetitive breathing would do the trick. Um, no. Every time I'd sneak a peek at him I would see this. . .
What kind of mother would I be if I didn't snatch up my camera + document that darling face?
Maybe tomorrow I'll get a nap.