Monday, December 11, 2006

Reason #2180

The Kid is a hot sleeper. He refuses to sleep under any sort of real bedding, and occasionally goes so far as to strip off his pjs before falling asleep. This is fine, of course, until about 2:00 in the morning when he shivers himself awake and begins loudly demanding to be warmed. He's also a reckless sleeper and often flips himself off the bed in the middle of the night, which also results in late night loud demands. So fairly early on in my mothering career I learned that it was in both our best interests to check in on him nightly before drifting off to sleep myself, taking a moment to gather up any limbs dangling precariously over the edge of his bed and tucking them neatly under a nice, warm, fuzzy blanket. Of course I also sneak a kiss during this little ritual, and nuzzle him near the nape of his neck to deeply inhale the scent of him. And somehow the smells of little boy - which I always expected to be a mixture of dirt, sweat, and a touch of urine - combine in a magical way to make him smell exactly like a baked potato.

Just one of the many reasons I love him.

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