Last weekend, as we approached Henry's 8th birthday, he wanted to lie down with me before going to his own room. Really, who am I to say no? It means he will fall asleep and poor Doug will carry him off to bed - forty pounds of dead weight - before climbing into bed himself. He is a patient man. As my children get older, my idea of "cuddly baby" gets larger so I make this work. Call it adaptation. After he drifted off, just before the baby snores started, I snapped some pics. (okay, maybe like 20 or 30)
In my mind he's still only two.
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