Squeege used to be such a great napper. Three hours every day. And then Garrett came. He has decided that he doesn't want to miss anything, so he has done away with his naps (and my break). But occasionally, he just can't keep his eyes open any more, as you can see. Passing out where you sit is only cute when you're a toddler. I'm much less impressed when my husband does it.
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