This is one of those random nights when I'm typing up the blog from an incredibly uncomfortable position, because Oliver is the king of the world. He has decided that the best place to curl up is in between my legs, so I'm sitting up, all splayed out, and he's content. In fact, right now, he's dreaming. The computer itself is on the lap desk in front of him, so I'm typing to you from a good two feet away from my body. I won't lie, it's weird. My neck is starting to crick. I have to hold my arms up because if I touch him, it tickles him and he flinches. And because he's Oliver and king of the world, he gets all the cuddles and sleep and coziness that he wants.