It is really hard to decide which time of day is my favorite with arthur. On the one hand, the mornings with him are so sweet. He lays next to me in bed drinking his bottle, happily playing and cuddling with me. He is (usually) well rested and in such a happy mood. He laughs hardest in the morning when I tickle him. On the other hand, in the evening before bed he sits like a heavy lump in my lap. His sweet smelling head laid against my chest feels so heavy with fatigue. He spikes his empty bottle on the ground, nestles further in to my lap and coos like a baby animal.