My kids love the girl we get to babysit. Heck, we ALL love the girl we get to babysit. Minutes after she left last night, I went into the kids’ room to find:
It was a welcome sight, and I relished it. The details of the picture make it all the more welcome. Look at how exhausted this boy is -his arms out, his mouth open… his head on a baby doll:
My son has a really creepy ability to sleep with his eyes open. It has always scared me.
Here’s his sister, fast asleep in her Cinderella dress. 
Yes, yes. We LOVE our babysitter.
Clark sleeps with his eyes open, too–I always have to gently close them because it creeps me out when he starts dreaming and they start moving around.
I loved this picture. Loved. It. Can I get the number of the girl you have babysit? :)
There’s been a few times that my heart has skipped beats and I’ve completely freaked out because I thought my son was dead. Scary, scary. I’m glad I’m not alone though.