When O was a baby he would always fall asleep on my chest. We would spend hours in those early days snuggled on the couch, warm and happy, watching rubbish TV in a newborn/new mummy haze.
Now that he’s three it doesn’t really happen anymore. Whilst he’s more than happy to have a cuddle watching Sheriff Callie he rarely falls asleep whilst sitting on my knee.
When he did last Sunday it was a bit of a throwback to those baby days and despite it being past his bedtime I couldn’t bring myself to take him up. So we snuggled with his head nestling under my chin and his legs tucked around my side. Precious moments with my boy who is growing up too quickly.