Picking my battles

Sometimes, even when he is super tired, Seth fights tooth and nail to go down for a nap.

Some days I flex my mommy muscle and force the issue.

Other days, I decide to let him play in peace so I can accomplish a chore or two.

And sometimes, choosing not to fight gets me an unexpected, easily-won victory:

Sweet boy.  It makes my heart all squishy to see him all curled up, in the same position he has slept in since infancy.  Ah, to be able to just play til you drop, blissfully unaware that your mother is going to snap a picture and plaster your hiney all over the interweb.

I love you, Setheroni.  Sweet dreams.