Made in Richmond

My mom and step-dad (Stewart) are kind enough to invite JR over for sleepovers about once a month or so. These little breaks have been wonderful for Ross and I — and it gives one set of JR’s grandparents (of which he has three, lucky booger) to love on him extensively.

When JR is staying over with my mother, I usually call around 8 to see how bedtime went. Nine times out of 10, my mom says, “Well, he just didn’t want to go to bed. He wanted to stay up and watch the races with Stewart.”

Of course he did.

On his most recent visit (when we were away from him for three entire nights SOB) he was about done *not* being at his house and was legitimately having a hard time settling down for the night — he was over the pack’n'play, over the strange room, you know. So my step-dad suggested that JR sit with him and watch the race for a little bit. JR cuddled up with him and my mom left the room for a minute. She came back to find this:

Apparently they were both snoring, too.