Sleepy little boys

The longer I'm a parent, the more I'm convinced, mortality is tough at any stage.  I spend a lot of time trying to empathize with each of my children.  This winter, I've pondered how exhausting it must be to be a toddler.

First, there was a time I took him out shopping with me.  Since he was the only child I had, I made a lot more stops than I normally do.  A few hours into our trip, he just clean passed out...

And then, the day after Christmas, he was just sitting on Grant's lap and the same thing happened...just out of nowhere, he was out like a light.

About a week later, he wasn't feeling well.  He found a towel and at first, he just carried it around.  But then he'd come up to Grant and ask him to arrange it just so for maximum coziness.

Then another week after that, he asked to watch something one morning after we got back from the gym, so I set up him with his favorite snack to pass a little time while I cleaned up the house a bit before we needed to take Kendra to school.  I found this less than ten minutes later.

Paxton, on the other hand...Paxton is rapidly developing a reputation for fighting sleep.  Someday, when he is grown, if he calls me to tell me how tired he is and wishes he could have time to take a nap I will be sorely tempted to inform him of how difficult it often was to convince him to take a nap when he was an infant.

There was one evening in particular when he just could not be soothed.  We ruled out all of the usual suspects one by one and he was still so distressed but unable to fall asleep for whatever reason.  I finally strapped him in the Moby wrap and there was immediate silence.  Less than ten minutes later, he just laid his head on my chest, totally unconscious.

I guess it must be hard work being our boys--just so exhausting when you're as cute as they are...