I love to watch my son sleep. Now that’s he’s a fully fledged toddler he’s more often than not on the go, playing with his cars, helicopters and balloons or just dancing away to Miley Cyrus ( he made me play We Can’t Stop 5 times on repeat yesterday, and sulked when I refused to play it a 6th time).
I’m well aware that at some point in the next 12 months his afternoon nap times may become a thing of the past so I’m treasuring these moments while we still have them. Little O loves his kip and like his mum can fall asleep pretty much anywhere. It is so precious to watch his little face so at peace with the deep rhythmic breathing that comes when he’s asleep.
I know I’m biased but he looks like an angel! Wonder if I’ll be saying the same thing in 15 years time when he’s still asleep at midday after a night on the pop?