One of the very nicest things about my kids is that they are all, every one of them, cuddle bugs. This is key because I need a lot of physical affection elsewise I wither and fade. I don’t know how many more years I can demand public hugs and kisses from my offspring, but I’m hoping for like 83.
The last bout of stomach bug when Kent was in Utah, I let the whole clan sleep in my bed just to simplify my nighttime monitoring duties. They started out evenly distributed across the breadth of a king size bed sleeping sweetly like every Who down in Whoville. A couple hours later, they were all plastered against my back in tangle of moist limbs. Honestly, I can’t say which arrangement was cuter.
Most nights I still go in to the boys’ room and grab a little sleeping human teddy bear to cuddle while I watch Jeopardy before brushing my teeth. Usually they sleep through the whole thing, or a somnolent Salty will suddenly whisper “I love you, Mommy” when I put him back in his crib. Magic! However, all too often my midnight snack ends with one of them waking up as I try to put them down and demanding “Your room!” or “One more song!” Breach of contract!
Last night, Flufferella spent her 10 points (she earns a point every time she helps with her brothers or completes some more general act of awesomeness, then she gets to spend them on a prize when she amasses 10) on a movie and sleepover with Dad, so I took the opportunity to have a sleepover with the little guys in Fluff’s bed. So delightful!
I never allowed co-sleeping when my children were babies because they were so grunty and annoying. Do you remember how much racket newborns make? It’s awful. Plus my new mom hormones kept me on high-alert to their every sound and movement. This evolutionary adaptation may have made sense some tens of thousands of years ago in the bush, but in my master bedroom in 2007 and 2011, it was a disaster.
Now that they are just warm, smoochable throw pillows that stick their round booties in the air so sweetly, however, it’s a whole different story.