Dear third child of mine,
I am so sorry. Really, I am. Two entire hours of watching your sibling's gymnastics classes proved to be exhausting. You passed out in the car. Again. I placed you asleep on the floor, in your jacket and shoes, because I did not want you to nap for long. It was just too close to bed time and I didn't want to jeopardize our night time ritual.
We all walked around you, not very quietly, hoping you would wake up amidst the chaos. Lola and I prepared dinner and Jay built legos beside you. And you slept. And slept. Oblivious to it all.
Not in my wildest dreams would I have left my first born on the floor, in his shoes, surrounded by filth (I was able to photoshop the crumbs) asleep for a nap. But you, my third child, looked so incredibly peaceful.