Personally, this doesn't look overly comfortable, but I guess when you're really tired, it doesn't matter how you lay.  Cooper's gotten to where he seems to look forward to bed.  When I know it's time, (determined by how many seconds there are in between little temper flare-ups)  we'll go into his room, and as I straighten out his blanket, he'll try to get out of my arms to get into his crib.  I can see why, the energy he puts into absolutely everything he does has to make him exhausted by the end of the day!  

  

Cooper loves his cousin Griffin.  If Griffin is laying on the floor, Cooper is bound to be right there, crawling over him, poking at him, trying to chew on his foot...  The poor little guy has to be up out of Cooper's reach.  I don't think it'll be too long though before they're getting into trouble together.