Flowers are blooming in our yard, those pagan rabbits are eating them, and temperatures are finally warm.
What is Derek to do but lie in the hammock, enjoying the shade?
And what is Caedmon to do but tuck himself into the crook of his Daddy's arm and nap with him?
There's just something about a sleeping baby. They're all warm and soft and cuddly. I'd pick him up and hold him close every time he slept if I wasn't so terrified of waking him up.
I content myself with sneaking up and taking pictures of him. Because if anything around here is sacred, it's naptime- cuddly baby or not.