Today: early-morning soccer game (truncated abruptly but still a nice outing for Ralph and Phoenie), a bit of sewing, a rainy shopping trip for just Ralph and I, back home cooking up homemade bread and pizza, kids playing Minecraft & snacking and cheerfully talking, friends dropping in for dinner and a beer, sleepover.
This morning as Ralph and Phoenix busied themselves to get out the door and I rolled over in the bed having had a satisfying dream of nighttime swimming in canals flowing through a live city, and Nels sat up for a minute (all bones and tufty blonde hair!) and looked around and saw me and put his arms around me and fell asleep against my neck.
I can’t help but think all these years and years of sleeping together is so good for our health.
(Photo by Steev)
I sort of wish we co-slept. You often mention how nice it is to wake up with the kids and I envy that. But Maeve has wanted her own space (and seems to sleep better that way) since she was about 3 or 4; Gwyn has always preferred sleeping on her own in her post-infant years; Tallon doesn’t fall asleep when he’s in the bed with us because he wants everyone to participate in his agenda – looking out the window. But Friday night Gwyn woke up from a scary dream and came right into our room. At first she just wanted me to come and sing to her in her room but I told her to lie with me for a while and she ended up sleeping there all night with me. She’s restless, though, so every time she moved around, I woke up. It was good to wake up with her in the morning, though.
Love the photo – looks like an adventure in progress.
You know it’s odd, because there was a period in our life where we couldn’t sleep together. We “sleep trained” our kids as babies and for a time it was like we couldn’t sleep together. No one liked it when it did happen (like we had to stay somewhere with limited beds), especially Ralph, who woke up easily from the restless kids. At any rate I’m glad we grew into sleeping together but I have no idea, really, how it happened.