The only time it is ok to be a "Big" Girl (posted Jan 2010)

Since our trip to Missouri Wyatt has become an expert cuddler. I was pretty consigned to the fact that he was not a cuddler and didn't really love me. But after 9 nights of sharing a bed with only me while in Missouri (due to bed sizing constraints), he has changed my mind. Wyatt has always (since 6 months) slept in his own bed because everyone involved slept better. I took pride in the fact that I didn't have a communal bed and he was self sufficient enough to soothe himself to sleep. Now, though, I don't know why I thought this communal bed thing was such a bad idea. Some nights he goes to sleep in his crib and is totally fine. Other nights he or me asks if he can sleep in our bed. We have a big super comfy bed so there is plenty of room and he sleeps in the middle of Brett and me. I cannot even tell you the joy it brings to me to look at his little face right before he falls asleep. He takes a big sigh, half smiles, and looks at me with sleepy eyes while his little hands are curled under his chin...my absolute favorite thing in the world. We give him lots of kisses of course and we tell him how much we love him. He revels in it. The other night, I said "I love you little boy," and he whispered back to me, "I love you... big...girl." Hilariously adorable.