Every night, after the kids have been asleep for a while, I will check on them, retuck them in and kiss them. I never quite know how I will find Vincent.

First, he is such a wiggler in his sleep that I have found his feet on his pillow. I have also found him sideways, head against the wall and his feet and legs draped over the edge. He is almost 5 now and we still keep the bedrail up most nights because he can wiggle right out of bed without it.

Then there is the question of what did he stash in his bed this time. He tends to slip out of bed after being tucked in, grab something to play with and fall asleep with it. I'll often find his flashlight clutched in his hand, sometimes with a stack of books underneath him. I have found his wrench and pliers under his pillow on multiple occasions; thanks goodness there were only screws with them once. When Simon was newly born, I found Vincent sound asleep with his paper and glitter St Patrick's Day crown on his head. Last night I found him snuggling with our missing cordless telephone. In the morning, he questioned me accusingly about its whereabouts.

Tonight, I found him sleeping with his lower half inside of his pillowcase like he was in a potato sack race. I so wish I had a camera to take a picture of this one. I called Luis to tell him about it, and we had a good giggle over it. Vincent is such a little goofball.