C. is my cuh-ray-zee man.
So, while I'm working in the house, he usually gets to play.
I can tell what he's playing on/with by the level of noise in the house.
And every once in a while, the house falls quiet.
And I panic and go running hoping to abate any further injury to my child/house by moving quickly to his last known whereabouts.
So, on this day...it was no different.
Quiet befell the house.
I came running up the stairs to find this:
Blissfully sleeping (and snoring) away on the couch.
I love the sounds of a peacefully slumbering toddler.