Thanksgiving is over. I feel like I ate a ton of bricks. If someone could please keep me from grazing like a cow the whole time maybe my diet plan would work.

This is how I feel now.

He did this after eating 2 breakfasts, 3 lunches, and a huge dinner on Thanksgiving. He couldn’t keep himself awake the next day. He has never and I mean NEVER fallen asleep with me holding him. Even as a baby he would feel himself start to doze off and start squirming until I put him down. Then he’d sleep like a log. But no, not this time. This little guy cuddled up on me with his head on my shoulder in my big comfy chair while I watched some TV. The next thing I know, he’s snoring so loud in my ear I can’t hear the TV. It didn’t matter, I was falling asleep too. So I wiggled myself off the chair afraid I’d wake him and having him take a nap with me for the first time ever would be over. Luckily I made it to my room. I gently placed him on my bed. Ahhh, he opened his eyes. Oh, it’s okay they drooped close again. I cuddled right up next to him and fell asleep.

An hour and a half later I wake up. I get up and he is still snoring like crazy. I love this little man. I just wish I had the time to sleep like this with him all of the time. And that he’d let me.

I felt bad. When I woke up I realized I had left Clint to put up all of the Christmas lights on the outside of the house by himself. Oops. Sorry, honey. You know I love ya! Thanks for letting me and the little man rest for a while. I didn’t even hear you up on the roof.