It's mainly me, baby and the couch.
It's just easier. Especially during the week when Brother Bear attends preschool and Daddy Bear commutes an hour to work each way. I can't see the point in waking either of them with a screaming baby while I'm home for now.
So the couch it is for Baby Bear and I.
Last night was one of the few, blissful nights I got to sleep in my own bed.
Until the baby started crying 2 minutes after going down into his crib (which currently resides in our room.)
Take two, baby back down. Blissful sleep, bed that is not couch.
Until Brother Bear showed up schlepping his entire bedding & pillows into the middle of our bed. (Did I mention he's a violent sleeper? We've woken with fat lips sleeping with this kid.)
Take three. Baby down, brother bedded inbetween us, blissful sleep, blah blah blah.
Until my husband starts snoring. And the dog following suit shortly thereafter.
And I laughed.
And looked around in the dark at my entire world.
All in one place.
My baby making whatever sounds you call that half kitten half sighing sound from his crib. My bigger baby curled up against my back with his feet crossed over my legs. My husband zonked out on his side. Hell, even the dog.
How are all these boys mine? Seriously.
And I felt very blessed. And lucky. And like there was no other place I could ever imagine being.
Except for the couch.
Where I ended up 3 hours later.
:)
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