Unfortunately I didn't dare take a real picture of our bed this morning for fear of waking our crazy kids, so you get to see my artistic (okay, pathetic attempt at art) interpretation of the night. Matt is a permanent fixture in our bed from about 4-5 am on, every night. That's the point when I no longer have the energy to get up after feeding him and put him back in his own bed. Abby is usually great about sleeping in her own bed, but early this morning, after I had just finished feeding Matt, I heard a huge crash followed by a very sad wail. Despite the two guard rails, Abby had fallen out of her bed. So, I went in to comfort her. I offered to lay by her for a few minutes, but she kept crying and said she wanted to come in with us. I really like my sleep and sleeping conditions are never ideal when you have a foot in your face, or get head-bonked multiple times. But, call me a sucker, I love having my babies close to me. Thank goodness for huge beds.
