Naptime

Every day, at around one o’clock, our house becomes quiet. Milo takes a siesta in his room, usually happy to escape the 90-mile-per-hour speed at which he lives his toddler life for a couple of hours. Oliver and I then snuggle in for a nap of our own. Usually this means I am getting up-to-speed with emails and anything else I can before Oliver wakes up. But oh, the glorious time we spend together is priceless. Having Oliver snuggled up next to me like a little sweet-smelling warm sack of flour… gooey flour… wonderful. And then when Milo wakes up, we are three.

… oh, wait… we are four. Cursed eyeball.*

*I swear I did not plant the eyeball. After our little photo shoot, after we had all gone downstairs, I ran back up to retrieve my cell phone from the nightstand and this caught my eye. Ha, ha. Literally. Just had to take one more picture.