The Only Time Snoring (and Drooling) Is Cute

i went over to jen's the other day; i took with me the plethora of crafting supplies i own, to help her put together a project for her sister's birthday.  we were in the sunroom, stuff spread out on the floor, the boy playing next to us with his jungle playset thingie.  after awhile, gray decided he wanted to play with our stuff instead, and did not take it well that we kept moving things like scissors and stamp pads out of his reach.  to appease him, i put him on my lap and began trying to distract him with random toys, so his mommy could work.  he was playing with his blue elephant when he leaned to the side and passed out cold, 60 to 0 in 5 seconds flat.  he's got a bit of a cold, so he's a bit snuffly when breathing - despite this fact, he had crashed face-down into my sleeve, and wouldn't be moved. so i had an armful of cute, snoring, 8-month-old baby while the two of us giggled at him.  too precious. :o)