I once read that change happens when you get angry. Well my change happened one groggy night when I got kicked in the face by my 2 1/2 year old.
I woke up angry. Brushed the hair out of my face. Felt my eye to make sure it was still there.
Then I turned on the side lamp. There was my boy lying sideways. His head was nuzzled into my husband's neck and his feet inches from my face.
My scowl softened as I looked at him. He looked so peaceful and sweet. And so comfortable. As I edged to my quarter sized strip I looked back at him.
Then layed my head down and plotted the fastest way to get him into his own bed.
I loved co-sleeping with my babies. It really is one of my favorite memories.
Mary was just transitioning Rowan into his new room and he was so excited.
