Remember a couple days ago when I was complaining about being sore? Yeah, I blame Dave. He sleeps like a crazy maniac doing a full 360 in his bed (or on mine depending on where he is). When he cries in the middle of the night, I have to get up and find him (FYI, I'm half blind). A couple nights ago, I found him hugging his bumper which I thought was really cute since he usually hugs me as he's falling asleep. Then the other night, I found him in the middle of his 'rearranging positions fiasco' and he ended up with his little feet hanging out of his crib.
These little things, they just melt me.
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