Tom sometimes falls asleep on my grandmother's sofa. It's getting harder to carry him as he grows longer and heavier, but carry him I must so he can sleep in his own bed. Waking up amongst his toys, lego creations and all that happy familiarity is always better than the other options and sofas are bad for the back anyway. One day I won't be able to carry him, so for me, this is still a special time. Though, sshhhh! I would never tell him that.