One night last week, Sam was watching TV and all of a sudden he asked me to take pictures of him, because he was so cozy. I wasn't sure how that warranted a photo shoot but I got the camera out and the posing ensued. Note to reader: He is NOT asleep in this picture.
Or this one.
Later that night, around 10pm, Matt came downstairs and said, "Julie, You have got to go look at your son." I said, "Just a minute." Because I was about the important business of programming the upstairs phone to match the downstairs phone so that they both had all the same numbers in them. Matt said, "He may not have a minute." So I went upstairs to see this:
He is, in fact, asleep in this picture. And yes, his head is inside his pillowcase. What he was doing before he fell asleep, we don't know. But of course we had to take pictures. And I found that once I started snapping the pics I couldn't stop.
He was a bit startled when Matt pulled the pillow off his head. But he never woke up.
Still, not awake.
Nuh-uh. Still not awake. He never woke up. And the really funny part, that I didn't get a picture of, was Matt and I cracking up. It was so funny. It's always funny to mess with a sleeping kid who is too out of it to wake up. He didn't remember a thing in the morning, and he didn't believe me until he saw the pictures. And watching him look at the pictures was funny too.
I love being a mom.