As I'm sitting here, thinking about what to write...my baby shuffles past then plops down on her blanket. (She's tired.) It's not as if I wonder why either. Instead of spending the night canoodling (is that a word?) with my husband, we had a 20 lb. monkey romping in our bed around 3 a.m.
It started out as a way to comfort a screaming baby...I put her in bed with us... she falls asleep... we enjoy having her warmth so close to us... and then we all fall back asleep and live happily ever after! Right?
Well, about 20 minutes later, (just enough time for us to almost fall back asleep), she decides it's time to romp! She bounces and cruises back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Meanwhile, my husband and I are both pretending to be asleep (so that the other one has to take care of the baby), and after an HOUR of our bed getting more action than it has seen in the past month... she's finally BACK in her bed, fast asleep.
(My husband told me that the next time he wakes up to the headboard banging the wall, the baby better be NO WHERE around. So, if you'll excuse me, I have some "canoodling" to do!)
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You made Jeff uncomfortable, and you got lucky? Now that's skill!
ReplyDeleteI like to read anything with romp in the headline... ha ha ha
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