on sunday, my sister and i went out for lunch with my grandparents and my brother + sister-in-law + nephew. atlas came too. it was a cool day and he likes car rides so we brought him along to nap in the car and eat my leftover ribs.

on the way home, i turned around to look at atlas. he was lying on the seat with his head up and his eyes mostly closed, as if he was trying to stay awake but couldn’t.

“look at atlas,” i told my sister. “he’s so cute with his eyes closed!”

she turned around and looked at him.

“i think he’s closed his eyes before,” she said.

“well, yes, but now he’s doing it in your car!”

she giggled. “i feel like after 11 years, the newness of things would wear off, but with you and atlas, it never does.”

i am always trying to decide on the silliest way i’ve ever ended the phrase “he’s so cute when he ..” today, i think the winner is either this or “he’s so cute when he breathes.”