Hadley and I (dan) have a little nightly tradition. After a long day of epic battle together, it's one of those things that melts my heart to putty- or, if it was an exceptionally hard day, it reminds me that I do love my children (question for self: why is it that I feel the most love for my daughters when they're asleep? When they're unresponsive and catatonic? I must explore this further. I think it's because the gremlins in their spirit clock out for the day and little angels do the night shift.)
Anyhow, you'll want to turn off the blog music so you can hear my little night angel sing.