Zion has been testing me lately. Every single day. Every fifteen minutes, it seems some days. So, in this picture you would think I would sigh with relief to see him sleeping so peacefully.
Look again. Could that be the middle of the hallway he is sleeping in?
Why yes, yes it could be.
He is sleeping there after getting up multiple times, deciding to "water" his brother's plant (weed) in the windowsill, causing it to overflow everywhere, (at 10pm)
(picture of plant taken earlier in the day)
declaring that he didn't like Canaan and didn't want to sleep in the same room as him, yelling emphatically that he was never going to sleep....
I finally opened my E-mail account, closed my ears and looked the opposite direction of their room.
Canaan seems to be able to sleep through anything and was cheerfully sleeping before most of the trouble went down.
But Zion... Zion ended up here.
When I went to pick him up and carry him back to his bed I noticed his little hands. They may have gotten a lot bigger then they were, but they can still curl around my finger - just like when he was a baby.
He may be tall, and lanky, and full of himself. But he is only 4. And he will always be my baby, just like Canaan will always be my baby.
I'm just glad I can still lift him!