Today my rowdy, crazy, loud and mischievous three year old crawled up into my lap and fell fast asleep. Even though I had a million things that needed to be done, I didn't dare move. I stayed still and enjoyed it because I couldn't remember the last time he had done such a thing and I worried that he might never do it again. He's as sweet as can be (when he wants to be) but keeping him still is next to impossible. It was a great afternoon even if I didn't check anything off of my to do list. A napping "baby" and a cozy fire is some kind of wonderful.