Reece, poor little man, has an addiction. There is nothing we can do, because from what I know there is not a 12 step program for sleepaholics. Today, he was playing his little heart out after MOMS Club and he decided he was tired, even though he was pleading at 12:30 for “nigh nigh” i told him to just play a little more and he could go down at 1. Well, aparently when you are a real addict there is no resisting the call of your vice.

Owen came and told me “I think Reece is napping”…. and here he was plopped right in the middle of the playroom.

I envy this guy… how freeing would it be to say “I’m tired” and then just plop down right where you are and take a rest. Plus look at how darn CUTE he is!