I know I shouldn't have stopped mid-transfer to snap a picture of this little boy sleeping on the stairs, but I simply couldn't help myself. He wanted to stay awake until 'So you think you can dance', dance, dance was over at 9:00 tonight. Well, short story short, he didn't make it. And, though I can actually still kind of carry him on flat ground for a few feet, stairs would never happen with a 10 year old thrown over my shoulder. I just finished walking him around the corner from the living room, torso hunched over, head dangling to the floor when I had to set him down on the steps to reconfigure my grip. He sat there with his upper half circling in a counterclockwise motion totally unaware he was anywhere but neatly tucked in his bed. Bah-ha.
While upstairs, I thought I might as well catch the Dandy in passed out mode as well and squirt some ointment into his right eye. He really dislikes this procedure when awake so I figured since I was already a marionette master, why not also become the "ointment fairy" and leave blurred vision behind as my signature move. It's not really a fun surprise; but a surprise none-the-less. Even in sleep though this one's tricky-rat durn! He managed to keep that eye guarded by pillow or blankie with his every move. I guess I'll have to revert back to screaming headlock style tomorrow night.
Oh the sweetness of my sleeping babes. I'm just drinking it in. And now I think I'll sit and listen to the silence for a while.