I woke up a little after 4am. I went to check on the kids. Navy was not in his bed. He was not snuggled up with Lily in her bed.

Panic. Not that I thought he was hurt or that he went outside. Fear that he was left unattended for who knows how long downstairs.

Lily used to wake up in the middle of the night. I’ve found chocolate syrup on my floor and counters. Snacks left out on the end tables. Menu music playing for whatever DVD she was watching when she fell asleep.

Only, Navy is worse. He has managed to get glue on the carpet. Twice. This week. (Glue that is kept in a craft tote, supposedly out of his reach, and definitely out of sight.)

Then, I found him like this. Precious. Innocent. Calm.