Night Night

So, lately I have been obsessed with taking pictures of my son while he sleeps. Children are so sweet while sleeping. They don't eat dog food or draw on the TV or pour out the last of your morning tea while they are sleeping.

My son is a rock hard sleeper, so the flash doesn't usually wake him up...it woke him up once and I bolted from the room, but I tripped over a fire truck which set off sirens and made the whole thing worse. But, that's only happened once. The rest of the time, he sleeps through it like a baby. Because he is a baby. My baby.

In every picture, he has his crocheted blankie, the one he carries with him everywhere he goes, even to the grocery store. His Grandma Jane made it for him. It usually stinks because it is hard to get it away from him to wash, but he loves it, rotten smell and all.