My favorite time of the day...

For the past year or so Yums has been sneaking into our bed in the middle of the night...usually between 2-4am. At first it would wake us up, we'd go put him back, and this whole battle would ensue. After a few months we stopped hearing him come in...stopped hearing him close our bedroom door...stopped feeling him CLIMB over me to snuggle in between us. He'd be back asleep before his head hit the pillow, and we wouldn't realize he was there til our alarm went off in the morning. Since he would go to sleep fine in his bed and go straight to sleep once he climbed into ours, we figured it wasn't that big of a deal....and besides, we secretly liked him cuddling us!! Honestly, who WOULDN'T like to be woken up at 4am by a little voice whispering "Mommy....mommy, I like you. Mommy, I love you very much"??

A couple of nights ago we had temps in the 30s and had put him to bed in some adorable two-piece flannel pajamas. When he snuck into our room he laid down on top of me this time and snuggled his head into the crook of my arm. He was so warm and cozy I didn't want to move him. We both fell back asleep, and I have to say it was the best couple of hours of sleep I think I have EVER had. Must have been the same for Yums as well, because when I rolled him off of me to turn off my alarm a few hours later he wasn't interested in waking up. He looked so cute and cozy I just had to take a picture to remember it.



The very next night when I went in to turn off his light before we went to bed it hit me just how grown up he is now. He looked SO big laying in his bed, all stretched out, all by himself. I didn't like it!!! I much prefer to think of him as my baby, my little man. There will come a day when he won't want to climb into bed with us in the middle of the night...when he won't want to cuddle...when he'll be telling me he hates me for not letting him stay out past curfew or borrow the car after he wrecked his. So in the meantime...I'll just enjoy feeling his little knees pushed into my back or his head on my shoulder. There are no do-overs when it comes to parenting and I'm pretty dang sure I'll never regret not doing bedtime by the books.