It’s 1:50am and little Dee has crawled into bed with Greg and I. As she kicks me in the face while fast asleep (she’s decided to top and tail), all I want to do is send her back to bed. But but but... I know these days are limited and I have a need to capture every last moment I can. I’ll regret it later if I don’t, right?
I’m in two conflicting frames of mind about it. It’s cute, it’s adorable and the pediatrician said it was ok (as long as it didn’t disturb anyone’s sleep), so it must be ok, right? That’s why in 10 minutes I’ll be moving to the sofa so I can get some sleep.
Why do I do this to myself? I guess I just love having a snuggle buddy. The look on her face when I send her away is heart breaking, I just can’t do it to her. Yes I’m too soft but the cuddle and the “I Love You” you makes me melt.
Anyway, I’m going to get my pillow and move to the sofa. It’s 2am and this Daddy needs some sleep.
(obviously she’s way bigger than in the photo)