These days Silas feels like he's too old to lie down. He wants to sit up all the time. Consequently, he's always folding over or rolling into precarious positions. Oh, how I wish they sold Bumbos here:)
Last night when he was relaxing, he drifted off. Something about this position is so classic old man to me. It reminds me of how my grandaddy use to look in his lounger after a good meal.
All that's missing are the coveralls.