Tiny has taken to bringing us books to read him (including that giant one pictured above!), hoisting them up above his head to us and saying "pup pup pup." So we scoop him and read to him. (My grandma Lola, who can't see, makes up stories like "Oh my! Look at the dinosaur! The dinosaur eats naughty little boys! But not you, my golden boy!") I think there is maybe nothing so sweet and lovely as a sleepy little boy.