precious.

It takes Iggy about twenty minutes to fix his little nest just right so that he can sleep.

He needs pants. Like 3 or 4 pairs, and black denim are his favorite right now. He holds on to the pant legs and sucks his thumb.

He needs his yellow blankie. Plus every other blanket in sight.

And Steve the monkey, of course.

Everything must surround him perfectly before he can begin to settle down.

Daddy, on the other hand, has eyes like a baby doll. When he lays down, they shut and he's gone.

I love when they nap together. Iggy bustles about an already sleeping daddy who mumbles things like, "settle down now" and "it's about time, dude."

Sleep is a precious gift. Precious when I get a chance at it. Precious when the little people around me surcomb to it.