Later that day, Charlie fell asleep for the night, in his high chair, while eating his dinner. He hasn't done this since he was a little baby. Since the grandparents were visiting, we let the kids stay up later than normal so they could play with everyone, and Charlie doesn't sleep in, ever. He's our 650am alarm clock, every morning. But after several days of late nights and early mornings, he was all tuckered out by 530pm. Oh, but if I'm remembering correctly, when I laid him down in his bed, he was startled awake, jumped up and then ran around the house like a little energizer bunny for a little while before he went back to sleep. Have I mentioned before that I love to watch my children sleep? Sometimes, at the end of the day, while I'm watching them(in particular, Charles because he's our most energetic and busy child) slumber, I think to myself, 'could this peaceful little angel be my same wild and crazy little boy?' It's definitely one of the joys of parenthood: watching a little one sleep so peacefully. It's comforting some how. I love being a mom.
