My day so far

I woke up at 2:24am and looked at the clock. Someone was late. You see, a certain jovial baby has taken to co-sleeping and while he goes to bed in his own bed, somewhere between 12:45am and 4:50am he comes to our bed, my side specifically, and sleeps the rest of the night in between on my pillow and in my sleeping space. Makes for a few uncomfortable hours, but its awfully cute so I just can't put an end to it. He'll be all teenage angst filled soon enough, right? Anyways, this has been going on for a few weeks, and the last week or so he's been really consistent about getting to our bed around 1am. So at 2:24am this morning I started to wonder if he was over it. Maybe he was sleeping in his own bed again? I laid quietly for a little bit, then just as I drifted off, I hear little feet running down the hallway. He normally just walks, but must have sense that he was late, and came running into our room, blanket tucked under one arm, and BEAH tucked under another and breathlessly said "I here!" as if he were about to be counted as being absent. I'll note that this night he did not bring a book with him. He must be worried about the quality of the reading material we have in our room.

And then it was 5am and I had to get up and start doing a whole bunch of adult sh*t that just isn't that cute.

Update: These three got up to this morning and went to school! It's that time again, people. Wonder what Aunt Karen is doing this morning? A little coffee and relaxing, I hope.

Rhettford makes me laugh.