Today's progress included showers (!) and getting dressed (!!) and then Lochlan summoned up the energy to be all indignant/accenty over Scotland's move toward independence. He had a little bit of coffee and a lot of juice and then...
He fell asleep mid-sentence.
Face-first into the front of Ben's flannel shirt.
It was probably the sweetest thing I've seen a long time and also a brutal reminder how fragile he is right now. I don't like it. It freaks me out and makes me compensate by being so outwardly tough I could stop a tank, I swear.
But no one's got one so I think I'll go to bed early and watch movies on the iPad with the headphones while they sleep.
It's funny. The children stay up til midnight every night reading and we can barely drag ourselves through dessert anymore.
(Dalton just said 'Outwardly tough'? Say what? Bridget you're peanut brittle. We'll look after things. Go get some rest.)
