There is really nothing better then a sleeping baby, and no its not because they are quiet. Its because they are so cuddly and just beautiful. Gavin has learned how to get himself into our bed without fault. He screams his little baby head off and here he comes into our bed to snuggle. So rough I know
It all starts with a whimper, which of course wakes me up. I swear if a mouse farted I would wake up. Anyway, it starts with a Gavin whimper, then it goes from 0-100 in about 2.5 seconds. He just howls, I swear the neighbors think we hurt him on a nightly basis. I always let him go for awhile just to see if he will find his pacifier and calm himself down, that rarely happens, but I do silently wish it would since Gavin has become a little bed hog. But generally, I poke my dead to the world husband and tell him to go get his crying, screaming son. He humphs and groans, grabs Gavin and flops him into bed next to me. Now here is where you will sigh with me, Gavin will grab my hand and put it against his face and fall back asleep, ready, set *SIGH* how sweet is that? I still maintain the fact that all my baby wanted was his mama. How can I deny that of my baby boy? So its sleeping bliss for ohhh about 5 minutes. That is when the kicking and the rolling starts. I get a foot in the face, a finger in the mouth and another foot down my shirt...aww great....
Usually around 5am I find him across the bed length wise with the feet in my face and his head underneath Nicks armpit, sooo cute. I always have a good laugh when I open my eyes and see this because seriously someone needs to take a picture of this, these are the moments you want to remember forever.
Once he is awake and in turn means I am awake we have a rousing game of "can you hear the birds" Which lasts a good 5 minutes and then he is demanding his bottle of milk. This has become a daily occurence in the morning, which I would NEVER change for the world. Who needs sleep anyway?
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