It's blurry, but I love that pic.
Quinn moved to a toddler bed about 2 months ago, which gives her freedom to roam to our bed at night.
Quinn pitter-patters in (I always know which one is coming by the sound of their feet), puts her face within inches of mine, and then starts lobbing her loot over my body (usually baby + lovey + water cup + a book) before climbing-up on the bedrail, grabbing my gown to hoist herself up, rolling over my body, to land between us. Always my side. I'll admit that sometimes I barely remember waking up for her entrance.
I will 100% admit I love having my babies in the bed with us... when they actually sleep. The problem is that they don't always sleep, and then EVERYONE is cranky all day long.
So we've started nipping this in the bud. I usually wake up after the 2nd toy gets lobbed over my body, then carry a writhing and screaming Quinny back to her bed (a great wake-up call).
And here's the tricky part. She's figured us out. She literally gives me just enough time to fall back asleep, and then she brings all of her loot again strategically to Daddy's side of the bed, because he is sleeping more soundly than me.
Sometimes this works. Our little trickster.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm a bit sad to report that Cora may be outgrowing the phase of getting in bed with us. She often comes in around 5:30 or 6, but now that she's in a big-girl twin bed, she hardly ever ventures over in the middle of the night. I miss her.
But I should knock on wood anyways.
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