His head on my shoulder, the weight of his body against me, warm and soft. I’ve got to get that tummy settled before I lay him down.I squint at the news or chuckle at something funny, quietly. I often think to myself that I should record the voice of Peter Mansbridge or Jon Stewart as they might forever be his sleep cues.I put him down beside me and his eyelids drop in the flickering darkness.Eventually I too drift off, and will wake up at some point to turn off the television, fumbling for the remote.Otherwise we sleep soundly, warmly. Read more >