Invader

My little bed-invader. I could have resettled him back in his own bed but for whatever reason decided not to. So he's in our bed before we are tonight.

Nights are going pretty well at the moment. I'm enjoying them, knowing that at any moment things could change! But for now, Bean is happy (well, mostly) to go to bed in his own bed, knowing he just has to trot down the hall to us if and when he wakes up; and Bear LOVES his bed underneath but would prefer it if Mama could just stay there too.

Bean cried at bedtime because he wanted to start the night in my bed. By the time we'd had a story (he almost had a meltdown because I suggested skipping the story and going straight to cuddles!) he was ready to stay in their room. And he was asleep before I'd sung their lullaby even once through. Playing out most of the day with Isaiah evidently wore him out!

Poor little Bear got a few new bruises on his head this evening. He tumbled off a stool and got a bump right in the middle of his forehead, and then had an altercation with a fast-flying plane (it was in a whirlpool, apparently) just before bed. BUT at least he's not had a fever since yesterday, and we actually made it out for a walk today!