fail

I remember saying "I won't out the baby in bed with us". do you remember saying that? maybe you stuck to your guns. my guns turned into little dollar store water guns--the ones that don't even shoot water, their one and only purpose! we were holding strong, and then one day we didn't. and then we didn't again. and again. until one morning we woke up and realized there was practically a white flag flying above our bed post. we still try to get her down in her crib, but I end up tossing and turning until that hour, whatever hour it is, comes. then the second she gets plopped on the bed and cozies in it's lights out. for all of us! now I do wish we had a bigger bed. we have a full which I hear is crazy and small and too small for two people. what can I say, we're cuddly sleepers and this less than rich girl grew up on a twin, so a full is HUGE in my world! I never thought I'd be a fan of bed-sharing, not to mention I never, never thought Scott would be. let's just say he's president of the club and I'm vp. if he has a chance to cuddle with that baby he takes it and offers her my half of the bed. he's generous like that. and even if I don't get a particularly stellar night's sleep every single night, it doesn't get cuter than this. 

mama loves you, forever.