Hush Little Baby Don't Say A Word

I love sleep. Apparently Dawson does too. When he pulls stunts like this little maneuver you see in this picture. He has a hard time getting up in the mornings when he has to get around so that I can take him to daycare on my way to work. Of course, at 6:30 a.m., I can’t blame him. But I will say, I’ve never been able to sleep with a pillow over my head. I’m not claustrophobic like my sisters (by the way, how did that happen? I’m not complaining, I’m grateful for that missing claustrophobia gene) but I do feel smothered if I try to sleep with covers over my head. My air needs to get out and it has no place to go.

Last night when I put Dawson to bed, he asked me to read to him while he laid down. So I sat on the floor by his bed and read to him. Little sucker, he was just trying to get out of going to bed. But I want him to be a scholar, so I went with his little plan. After I finished reading to him I turned off the light and he asked me to sit in the rocking chair. So I sat in the rocking chair, in the dark, and watched him lay peacefully. It was actually killing me because I’m the type of person that needs to be doing something. Sitting idle is torture for my busy brain. But I thought it was sweet that he asked me so I did it anyway and I had to keep rocking very fast to make myself feel like I was being productive.

Did you know I don't like mushrooms? Pretty random but it entered my mind and showed up on the post

Children are so precious when they sleep. Even in a highchair when they really need to wake up to eat their pizza.