Good morning

4:30am bright and early on a Monday morning. Yikes!

BabyBird woke up and after 2 failed attempts of putting him back in his crib and 1 failed, yet absolutely heart melting attempt at co-sleeping, he was up at 5:30am.

He woke up like usual with some squirming around in his crib, I went in and got him, rocked and nursed…. and nursed…. then rocked some more. Put back in the crib and he immediately rolled over and poped his eyes open and began to fuss. Round two. Yup, same results again. Round three? Uh, at 4:30am in the morning, by now it was at least 5am, I decided to bring him to bed. SInce he fell asleep so peacefully in my arms each time, I laid down quietly on the bed with him still nestled in the crook of my arm and started to settle down to fall asleep. I rubbed his back gently and slowly he relaxed and dozed off. Yay. Finally. I closed my eyes and then I felt little hands touching my face. Then another hand. I looked down and there was BabyBird slowly caressing my face with both of his little hands and cooing at me. Touching my cheeks and running his hands across my face and neck. How sweet is that? Other than the fact that he was not sleeping. Eventually I got up and we went back to his nursery and began to rock again.

By 5:45am, Daddy woke up and offered to take him so I could get a few more hours of sleep before the start of the day.