Favorite Time

Hands down, my favorite time of day every single day is the moment I check in on a (hopefully) sleeping Elliot.  I creep into his room, pull the covers back over his tiny, 4 year old body, and instantly forget (hopefully) any of the rotten things he may have done that day.

To see him sleeping - so soft and innocent - erases the yelling and scolding but reinforces the giggling and cuddling.  My boy - my perfect boy - resting up for another day with Giraffey and a blankie in addition to all of his normal bedding.

Some nights are easier than others and some nights beg me to call a witness to what I see - naked butt up in the air, most of a body hanging out of bed, etc. 

Last night was one of those nights. 

I know I should get on him about playing with things in bed, but when you go in his room and see that cuteness, how can you do anything but smile?