Every night Margot falls asleep in our room, Ruby in the girls’ room across the hall. When Andy and I go to bed we move our heavy sleeper into the room with the light sleeper, quiet challenged by the tiny village of blocks and books that cause open-mouthed but silent yelps. Margot rolls into her bed without notice, Ruby stirs as we take three giant steps out the door and exhale.
In the middle of the night, Margot sleepily floats across the hall and into her dad’s arms. This is a new habit I love. She doesn’t say a word and he doesn’t wake up. I listen to them lock into place without even breaking their breathing rhythm.
Ruby wakes early. Andy fetches her and brings her to our bed where she nurses back to sleep, curled into my body. For a hot second, I remember what it felt like to be pregnant.
The four of us lay like spoons in our bed in our room in our home in the stillness before we begin a new day. I feel peaceful, warm, comfortable, confident and really happy.
Margot added to her nest. It’s our family. Andy and Ruby are the wooden, blue people. Margot is the bird and I. I am the elmo eyeballs.
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“Locked into place.”
Love that.
Our kids spent the three weeks of our vacation sleeping in the same bed every night and for naps.
Sweetest thing. (Except when Col would start each night off with “Rose, get your stinky but out of my face.” Two minutes later: snooortysnooooze).
i’m sorry to say something so freudian, but it doesn’t surprise me margot chose the elmo eyeballs for you–they sorta look like boobs! (;
i love when the four of us snuggle in bed–there’s nothing better.
happy weekend!
It looks like Cookie Monster eating a bird-shaped cookie. 🙂
I love her imagination!
My 3 year old has just given up coming into our bed…it feels like it happened overnight and I don’t think I was ready for it…I’ve been sneaking into his bed now! The roles are reversed but I miss that warm body and the way he throws an arm over me. I suppose I’ll have to start sleeping in my own bed soon! Love the next….and have to agree with the boob comment! Thanks for sharing…I stumbled upon your blog awhile ago and have been enjoying it. I always wanted to leave in Montana!
LIVE…live in Montana…not leave. When I was there in 2005 I didn’t want to leave at all!
I’m constantly torn between wanting my boys to sleep through the night and treasuring those sweet moments in the silent dark when it’s just the two of us.
beautiful post.
of course you are the eyeballs!! us moms…..we see eeeeeevvverrryyyythhiiiiiiinnngggg!!!! 😀
love
Love it.
Connor come in early in the morning, snuggles up and gives me back scratches. I love starting my morning cuddling up to my boyo.
Isn’t it amazing how they fit perfectly at all the different sizes they get to be? Even my 6 foot+ son fits perfectly in hugs, rare though they are these days.
And yes… of course you are the eyeballs, and yes they do kinda look like boobs, which makes perfect sense.
,,,”we take three giant steps out the door and exhale.”,,,(smile),,,
,,,i spy with my little eye a papa, mama, and 2 adorable littles in a nest with blue glitter,,,
,,,have a restful weekend,,,
What big eyes you have!!
AND ~ What a beautiful “nest” you have made for you all!….I truly loved Margot side-stepping, morning time, from Andy’s arms to mine if only for the few days I was there….she is the best snuggler EVER!
xoxo, Mom/Gram
The eyeballs are an absolute riot! Kids are so ridiculously fun. Did you ever imagine being a parent would be so awesome? 🙂
We also do the morning snuggle in our bed with our two daughters but usually only on weekends when my husband is home. On weekdays my four year old climbs into bed with me in the morning for some cuddle time, and my 11 month old usually sleeps in… because she’s awake all damn night these days. What I wouldn’t do for a full night of uninterrupted sleep….
Eyeballs…that is hilarious.
love this post Dig, we have the same thing going on at our house right now and it feels like the most natural lovely thing in the world, my favorite is when all of 4 of us are cuddled in our bed, with our dog curled up at the bottom…heaven 🙂
what beautiful and precious moments. especially on cold mornings.
Haven’t been by for awhile, but I always love your posts, Nici!
It brings back sweet, sweet memories from when my kids were little. Such precious times. When our youngest was a baby, there was a time there would be five of us snuggled together in the nest. I miss those days.
Thanks for the nostalgia!
Love,
Jen
love the glimpse of being pregnant again.
i had that exact thought this morning with finn nestled into me.
the family bed= bliss
LOVE the eyeballs!!!
love this! love your family! it so reminds me of mine.
“For a hot second” love that. I guess sharing a bed, all sweaty and confined and squished and spooning is a bit like being preggers. Nice image of love.
Elmo eyeballs, huh? In my house, to be the elmo eyeballs would be quite the honor. Elmo is so much the favorite that we has 3 “back-up” elmos.
So Nici, how does one come about to have a random set of Elmo eyeballs around the house? LOL.
Love is sharing one bed made for two at three am with four souls.
-Jennifer from Annapolis
I have fond memories of my dad carrying me to bed as a kid from his and mom’s when he got home from night shift. beautiful post, as always, nici.
The Elmo eyeballs cracked me up… I know exactly where they came from since we have those slippers & on one pair the eyeballs are barely still attached. Too funny.
LOVE this… I listen to them lock into place without even breaking their breathing rhythm.
Just beautiful.
xo
Kate
Aww, I love the description of your mornings. Extremely sweet.
Love the nest. Love the eyeballs. Ha.
xo
Kris
I like this post, enjoyed this one thanks for putting up.