My Son, the Nudist
Juliette usually goes to bed earlier than I do. She has to get up earlier and, anyway, she likes to fall asleep with the TV on, which I can't do. Tonight, like most nights, after the chores were all done and our watching-TV-together time was done, we said our goodnights and she went in to check on Jason on her way to bed.
About a minute later she came back into the living room, stifling a grin. "You have to come see this," she said. I got up and went down the hall to his bedroom door and, peeking my head in, I was greeted with the sight of my son's peaceful, sleeping, completely naked figure.
Now, for whatever reason, Jason has been taking off his pajamas in the night for a while now. It doesn't happen every night, but it happens often enough to no longer be surprising, even if it is still funny. Call it once a week or so. This is the first time that he's gone the full monty, though.
Juliette and I stood there snickering for a few minutes, and I snapped a few pictures to show his future girlfriends. (Which, so you know, I won't be posting on the Internet.) He stayed sound asleep through the whole thing, and even when I lifted half his body to get his new pull-up on, he barely even twitched. I have to admit to a little jealousy at the luxury he has of sleeping that hard.
I'm not sure whether or not he'll keep this pull-up on all night--he does tend to stir in the wee hours of the morning, and who knows what his sleep-addled toddler mind will think is a good idea at 3 AM. If nothing else, though, it'll be interesting to see if this becomes a pattern.