When the house falls quiet

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.