I was in the kitchen one evening (about 4:30, which is evening here and fully dark) getting dinner ready. Rex was bored and asking to paint. I kept delaying his request because, well, who wants their two-and-a-half-year-old to paint right before Daddy comes home? Certainly not me. Anyway, it soon got disturbingly quiet. I thought perhaps Rex had gone upstairs to the office (his new obsession is playing with the computer). As I walked out of the kitchen to chase him down, I found he had fallen asleep. Like this:
He stayed asleep like this until Chris got home, so he could witness the moment. Look at his little toes helping to support his weight. Shortly after Chris got home he slid off the ottoman, which I did not photograph. He kind of woke up and went back to sleep on the couch. How tired do you have to be to fall asleep on an ottoman? Tired like a little boy who gets up at 6:00, plays all day, and refuses to take a nap.