Sometimes this happens...

Sometimes, he runs around and causes mayhem. 

Sometimes, he destroys everything he touches in his room in order to not nap.

Sometimes, he looks at me and I realize I'm tasked with raising my father.  A little mischief maker with the heart of a king. 

Sometimes,he is pure cute.  This is one of those times.  Its days like this where he just crawled into a chair while Anna and I were wide awake and doing things and he falls asleep that I realize he can still be my baby, even though he's 3+years old.  He's growing up so fast.  Love this picture for capturing his pure innocence.