DS2 was in bed with me this morning. I love it when I wake up and find that, unbeknownst to me, a child got up in the night, came to our room and climbed in bed next to me.
I love it because it means that I’ve re-learned how to sleep without always having one ear open. As in, actually sleeping. It’s just more evidence that I’ve survived parenting bootcamp and I get a little thrill out of knowing it every time.
So, even though, I nearly fainted when I saw their preschool pics yesterday and wondered who these big, grownup looking boys resembling my babies were I do not for one moment want to turn back the clock. Once was enough and I’m enjoying normal sleep once more.
Of course, waking up with a snuggly kid is wonderful, too. Even if he’s way bigger than I think he could possiby be already.