Friday, October 2, 2009

I managed a post, but I'm too tired to think of a title.

Seriously, I've sat here long enough staring at this post trying to come up with some clever way to title it. My brain has shut down.

Anyway, on with the post...



While Cole and Max are becoming best little friends, they are different in many ways. One of which is their sleep positions.

When Cole sleeps, he likes his "sheet up to his neck" and doesn't move much.

Like this:


Max, on the other hand, may or may not want to be covered, and he tosses and turns like a mad man. I never know how I'll find him when I do my nightly check before my bedtime.

Here's a sampling of the positions I've found him in:



And sometimes he just rolls right out. Good thing we still have his mattress on the floor.


I hope he calms down a little as he gets older. Otherwise, I feel for his wife.

Sweet Conversations

Today, we were sitting at the kitchen table when Cole and I had this conversation:


Cole: When I'm grown up will I still live here?

Me: Well, you'll probably want to have your own home then.

Cole: But who will be my mommy?

Me: I'll still be your mommy, we just won't live together. You might have a wife, though.

Cole: Oh. Yeah. Who will be my wife?

Me: Well, you get to choose your wife.

Cole: Oh. Well, I want you to be my wife, Mommy.


If that doesn't make you melt, I don't know what will.