Thursday, June 3, 2010
My kids, are not the kind of kids that can fall asleep anywhere. You know how you see kids slung over shoulders, snoring loudly and drooling down the back of their parent's shirt? Not my kids. Or maybe you've got a picture of your toddler fallen over his or her bed, still holding their favorite toy, halfway into their pajamas, but having fallen asleep before they could get that second arm into the arm hole? Not my kids.
For some reason, my babies like to keep a strict routine. They refuse to sleep, unless snuggled with their lovies, in their beds. And thats that.
But the other day, after running 203,089 errands and exhausting every outing opportunity that we possibly could in one day, Eleanore shouts from the kitchen "Oh no! Charlie!".
My imagination assumes the absolute worst, and I instantly picture my baby boy choking on his avocado (likely, right?). I jump up quicker than any pregnant woman in the history of third trimesters, and leap from the living room the dining room, the same room really, in a single bound.
..."awwwww", is what came out of my mouth next.
The sweetest thing ever. For the second time in his life, Charlie fell asleep somewhere other than his bed or car seat. He managed to finish all of his lunch first, leaving only a few spare crumbs around the edges of his mouth, and then closed his eyes and drifted off to dreamy land.
He must have been one very tired boy.