|Dramatic Re-enactment ...|
Yes, I'm an advocate for co-sleeping and all that jazz. As a doula, I try to teach the benefits of it to my new breastfeeding mamas. Heck, we co-slept with Bea until she was nearly a year old but there was a reason we stopped... None of us got any sleep. That's because Bea has a serious case of what we call "Jimmy Leg". Meaning, her little feet can't stop moving and shifting; seeking out our bodies and toeing the crap out of our legs/hips/thighs/etc. So in the best interest of the family, upon discovery, Casey or I will usually carry her back to her room and put her back to bed. In her own space.
However, no more than two to three hours later, when Casey gets up to get ready for work each morning, I'll roll over to claim the extra room in the bed and hit a wall. Namely, a small, lavender smelling wall who giggles when I roll on her:
|Gotcha again. Suckas.|
It's so hard not to allow or encourage this behavior, even in our sleep deprived fog. That's because it really is so sweet. And Casey and I both miss the days that we could snuggle in bed as family. Of course, now, instead of nursing to sleep or cuddling in our arms... she likes to cap off her Bed Ninja performance by jumping up each morning with a: Ahh! It's time to wake-up guys! I'm ready for LUNCH!: