This little guy runs around from morning until night and rarely stops. And on occasion (very few times) he runs so hard he crashes. But it's my favorite. Typically he crashes in his room, right next to the door as if dying from exhaustion as he makes his big escape. Even fewer times he falls asleep in our arms.
Steve was the lucky one on a Sunday afternoon to be holding him as he drifted off to dream land. I was a little jealous but then I remembered how much heat that little boy would produce and how sweaty his little head would get...and then I was completely okay with just taking the picture!
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