I call this series of images; Oliver in respite. His naps are few and far between but when he crashes he crashes hard. And then it takes a rather herculean effort to rouse him and get him outside to run around at the park. So when I go in to get him up I have been snapping these pictures just because he always looks so sweet and small when he sleeps. I love him in his big boy bed with his Avengers sheets and about a million books stuffed under the pillows, I love the handsome, bull headed boy he is turning into who plays hard and yet still loves to cuddle. How sweet it is, even on the stubborn, exhausting days. 

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