The rule in our house is you have to start in your own bed. After that, we don't care where you end up. Sometimes we see one of them all week, sometimes both, sometimes we wake up in the morning wondering where they are at, or why just one of them is in our bed. Thatcher has run into our room having a night terror that I am sure must of woken up the neighbors after we were screaming as loud as him screaming at us, Samantha has sleep-walked into our room and laid down on the floor. Thatcher has fallen out of our bed and then returned back to his own room. Both have brought in the most obnoxious amount of toys and stuffed animals and piled them into our bed. Sometimes it is midnight other times it is 8 AM. Again, as long as they start in their own room, we don't care....
The real reason for this post, how cute are they all snuggled up together?
1 comment:
those photos melted me. so precious.
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