At 3:00 this morning, my four year old climbed in bed with us. I hear his little feet come padding down the hall and into our room. He hands me his Pooh bear and then goes into the bathroom. When he’s done he comes running back to the bed, climbs over me so he is between me and Jim, snuggles as close to me as he can possibly get and falls back to sleep.

I woke up at 6:00am with two little legs thrown over my side and a Pooh bear on top of my head. I opened my eyes and Christopher opened his.  He didn’t say anything, (thank goodness because I was not ready to have a conversation that early) but he reached over and wrapped his little arms around mine. Then he let go of my arm to pull one of Jim’s arms over him, too. I whispered, “Do you need both mommy and daddy to touch you right now?” He just nodded and closed his eyes.

An hour later, I hear another set of feet come padding down the hallway. “Mommy, I need to snuggle.” I pulled the covers back, inviting Jacob to climb in bed with us. He said, “But Mommy, I need to snuggle with my brother.” So, he climbed over me and snuggled up next to Christopher.

We rested quietly like that for about 5 minutes. Then Jacob said, “My brother, I love you.” Christopher said, “I love you too, Jacob.” Sometimes I just can’t believe how lucky I am. We must be doing something right.

I swear this is an honest to goodness true story. That exact conversation took place in my bed this morning.  But, I’d be remiss if I left out the rest; so as not to give the impression that we have this perfect, lovey dovey life all the time. Within 5 minutes, this is the conversation that ensued:

Jacob: “Beanie, stop doing that!” Beanie: “What am I doing?” Jacob: “You’re putting your feet on me.” Beanie: “It isn’t me, it’s the blob. It’s coming to get us.” Jacob: “It’s not the blob it’s you.” Bean: “No, it’s the blob and Maleficent. She’s coming to get us and the blob is going to get her.” Silence from Jacob. Bean: “Now the blob has Maleficent! And look! Tinker Bell is stuck in the blob, too! Oh no! And the scarecrow is coming to kick our hats off!”  Jacob screams and giggles and they both start screaming and kicking their feet as hard as they can. Next thing I know, all the blankets are pulled off of me and I’m getting kicked repeatedly in the thighs as I’m sliding closer and closer to the edge of the bed. I looked over the heads of my two boys to find Jim sliding off the side of the bed, too and said to him, “It’s a good thing we decided to go with the King sized bed.”