Change of Perspective

In our "early" marriage, Josh and I used to talk about how the queen sized bed we had was perfect.  We discussed how a full size bed was too small but a King size bed was too big.  Josh would say, "because then we couldn't snuggle.....it would be too much space."  Awww.   Now imagine my eyes full of hearts and rainbows and other dopey expressions of love. 

Now we have a different perspective on the issue.  A queen size bed is too small.  

I try to put the baby in his bassinet to start the night.  But then reality sets in around 2 or 3 a.m. when I am simply too tired to put him back after/during his feeding.   

This little man has some magic baby superpowers.

Even though he starts the night on the far left side of the bed and he is supposed to be "immobile", when we wake up, he is somehow in the middle, I am invading Josh's side and Josh is half off the bed, only managing not to fall out completely because he is wedged between the edge of the bed and the large cedar chest next to the bed. 

Then around 5 or 6 enter the two year old who usually slides in next to the baby for a few minutes.  It is only a few minutes because by that point there are way too many people in the bed and Josh and I couldn't continue to sleep even if we wanted to, which we usually do. 

Some nights the dogs want to join the party.  They know this will anger us and we will push them off. So they are sneaky.  They sneak up (and I do mean sneak) and lay at  on our feet.  When we are sleeping this usually buys them a half hour or so until one of us wants to roll over and discovers we can't because we are pinned down in one place.

  This morning we woke up to our entire family in one bed.  Two children of varrying sizes. Two adults of varrying sizes. And two dogs.  

We woke up and and looked at each other and I said, "A King size bed sure is looking good about now."