Oh, sweet Rooter. For as long as I can remember you have made you way into my bed, or I into yours. I admit my sleep is not deep, or restful, or rejuventing with you at my side but still I love to have you there.
I generally find myself clinging to the edge of the bed when the sunrises. My body is stiff and if you are still asleep at that point I just roll over (slooooowly) and watch you sleep with your legs are in all directions, your shirt up over your belly and your arms stretched above your precious head. Or you are curled up on your side spooning right up to momma. Your dad calls you a bedbird, and you are.
For the last few months you have been wandering right in on your own. I find you at my bedside in the middle of the night waiting to be hoisted in the big bed. Last week while daddy was gone to Miami for work I just let you start your nights out in there. It's really too big for just one. The first night I found you like this. It took me a bit to figure out where I should go, your basically taking up the whole bed. The pillow your head is on is to keep you from falling out. The foot rest is you head pillow. It's really amazing with all that movement that you sleep at all.
Ps - your buddy Mr. D looks like he could use some rest, he gets taken along for the ride every night too. Lucky but tired boy!
xoxo mom
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