A couple of weeks ago Nicholas was going through a bit of a rough patch.  He was a bit sick, and I think he even threw up a couple of times.  He was really tired, but he would get congested when we laid him down in his crib and start to panic.  I was cleaning up our garage when he woke up from his nap far too early, and Katie went to soothe him.  I didn’t hear anything more for a while, and didn’t come back into the house for 45 minutes, and there I found Katie and Nicholas, sitting in the living room, both peacefully unconscious.  Nick had his monkey, his dog, and his hippo, and Katie had her iPod.

Nothing too exciting, of course, it’s just one of those moments when you get to look at your son (or one of them, anyway), and your wife, and realize that your life is pretty nearly perfect.

Plus, if you notice, Nicholas’ onesie had burst his pants open, which I think is kind of funny, but that’s just me.