It is the agony and the ecstasy: After cleaning the entire kitchen after his dinner, then bathing him, then writhing together on the floor for ten minutes getting him into his diaper and pajamas, we collapse on the couch, panting, and stare blankly ahead for 20 minutes. But before the last of these he leans his head on my shoulder after "Goodnight Moon" and goes to sleep, like a baby. And when awake, he is uproarious and delightful. (See pics.)
