After a few minutes a wriggling around and kicking his little feet, he fell asleep. I watched him lovingly and patted his forehead. They're so cute when they sleep.
Shortly after, I was relaxing and trying to coerce my body to sleep when I heard my little boy talk in his sleep. Did you know that little boys who can barely talk when they're awake can talk in their sleep? He said 'Ouch coldy'. Brilliant I know - He's a child prodigy. Someone call MENSA.
Anyway, a few minutes later, he woke up saying 'More Icy Mummy. More Icy'. He was convinced that he'd just been eating an icy pole (I think you Americans call them popsicles) and wanted another. At 3am. While sleeping. Probably not little fella!
Gotta love them. And all the journal worthy stories they give us.