25 July 2012

207/366 zonked

The little guy crashed as Hubs was making dinner. (Twice in one week! How lucky am I?) He spent the afternoon playing hard with squirt guns and water balloons at a friend's house. I woke him up for dinner, he ate a few bites, and then asked to go to bed. 

Even though he's almost five, he's still my little baby. Sometimes.