My Boys...

I'm still sick.   So the other day my mom offered to watch Adam for a while so I could rest.   I took him up to their house and passed out on their bed.  It's been a long time since I've slept in that house, kinda wierd, but also comforting.  Having my mom tuck me in and take care of me was kinda nice :)  Isn't there that small part of us as adults that still wants to be taken care of by our mom?
Anyway, when I woke up it was 5:45pm and Adam was passed out on their sofa.  Which is weird because I have tried EVERYTHING to get this child to nap, and 9 times out of 10 it doesn't work, but yet, we go to Nana and Pop's and he falls asleep on the couch.  No rocking, no singing, no benedryl, just OUT.  Mom said she was just sitting with him and rubbing his feet and the sun was shining on him so he was warm and relaxed and he just fell asleep, just like that.  By that time my dad was home and he joked about the whiskey they gave him, ha!  I was just in disbelief that he was actually asleep.  Adam is a good nighttime sleeper, but the napping has gone by the wayside.  I am holding onto it for dear life, but most of the time my nap attempts are a giant fail.
Around 6pm, I finally tried to wake him up and put him in the car, he kind of stirred, but fell right back asleep in the car.  We got home right at the same time hubs was rolling in, so he got him out of the car and into the house where he promptly fell back asleep.  It's been a while since hubs has had a sleeping munchkin in his arms (let's just say his biological clock has been ticking for a WHILE) so he sighed a happy sigh and sat with him on the couch for a while, cuddling his boy:

Our every attempt to wake this child up resulted in him screaming at us and curling up and falling back asleep - so we put him to bed.  He'd been asleep since around 5pm, so we desperately hoped he wouldn't wake up at 3am and think it was time to be UP!
Since my ears are clogged and I can't hear much - I didn't hear him open his door at 4:30am, but I did feel a tug on my arm and when I opened one eye, I saw a very sleepy kid with 24 stuffed animals in his arms wanting to crawl in  bed with us.  Too tired to argue, I pulled him into bed, and he fell back asleep until 8am.   FIFTEEN HOURS that child slept.  Growth spurt?  Who knows, but it was wierd...and fabulous.
I loved seeing my boys snuggle on the couch together like this.  Another heart-catching-in-my-throat-moment that makes me feel so blessed and thankful for my family :)