A long week of playing and having fun finally caught up with Connor yesterday afternoon. Though he's not a fan of naps in general, he doesn't have a problem with taking a catnap here or there, especially if he's allowed to do so somewhere other than his room.
You could tell he was tired yesterday, laying around and not doing much, but every time I mentioned going upstairs to "rest" he would jump right up and start playing again. Anything but that, he seemed to think. But after fighting with himself for a while longer, he finally just gave in.
"I sleep downstairs for a little while," he said quietly.
He then proceeded to get the blanket off the couch in the office, walk back into the living room, and lay down on the couch. Where he promptly fell asleep, as in, within minutes he was softly snoring. Despite the radio being on, despite his two brothers running around and being their usual not quiet selves (for Xander that means lots of giggling and spelling, for Sawyer just dancing and jabbering), despite the chaos that is our family at home on a Sunday.
Yes, he was one tired little boy. He's probably going to need a few of these to catch back up on his sleep this week. Especially since he has another big week planned this week. Back to the lake for a day or two, and then off to the beach for a week.
Is it any wonder the kid is tired?