Waking up With Boys

When Derek and I got married I had a very rough time getting used to sharing a bed. And it was even harder learning to share a bed with a boy! Boys are BIG, and this particular one had yet to learn to share the blankets. This new boy sharing my bed has yet to learn when it's time to sleep and when it's time to dance...

Well this morning I woke up and there was not ONE boy, but TWO boys in my bed! The first boy sighed, rolled over, and got up to shower. The second boy flailed around, rolled over, and started tapping his foot against my hip. "Whoa!" I said out loud. The first boy looked out from the bathroom at me and said, "what?". I responded, "You left the bed, but there is still a boy in bed with me!"

I breathed deeply to expand my belly and he took advantage of each breath by flailing some more. His feet were at my hips and his hands were just under my ribs. I put my hands over him for a moment and he settled down. I breathed deep again and again he kicked and punched. I think he was doing the celebration dance I learned in high school.