I Tired Mama

Every once in a while Oliver, who stopped taking naps a while ago, will come to me and say, "I tired Mama." I learned a long time ago that if I let him lead where and how the conversation goes after that comment that I can get a few minutes of quiet time for me. I'll respond with something like, "really? You are tired? What do you want mama to do for you?" "I lay down in fire truck in playroom please," is his response. So I gladly, crossing my fingers, get out brother's fire truck sleeping bag, a little pillow and get him all set up. He'll start a video (usually Go Diego Go!), spread his blankets on the pillow, giggle and crawl inside. With a little luck, when I check back in about 10-15 minutes this is what I find...

Sweet dreams little man.