...created all sorts of things, and enjoyed the peace that a napping two-year old brings to a home.
Not much has changed. Each afternoon we three little Robinsons find ourselves snuggled into the fleece sheets on my bed with a massive stack of books. Each afternoon it is a bit of a struggle to fight off the dozes myself, but when that little blonde head becomes heavy with sleep and his (all of a sudden huge) body slumps against me, my own home, 23 years late,r is filled with the restful peace that a read-to-sleep napping bundle brings. No, not much has changed.