Asleep with Waldo

A few weeks ago my husband found this trendy old Where’s Waldo book in a cardboard box filled with treasures from his life before children. Ms. Crazy Preschooler latched onto it pretty quick, especially when I gave her a little magnifying glass to search for Waldo with.

Today had been a rather difficult day. Ms. CP had a nasty, sassy-talk-back-to-her-parents kind of attitude, and nothing, NOTHING, I reapeat, was fair about the day in her eyes. By bedtime I had really had enough, and I went downstairs to work on making more jam (I’ve been making jam like a madwomen . . . fifteen batches I think? I’m not done yet either). About an hour and a half later, my husband hissed at me to get my camera, and this is what I found. How very sweet. If there is away to worm into my heart, it’s by reading books in bed and drifting off to sleep.