Last night, or more likely at some point in the wee hours of the very early morning today, Sweet Cheeks nearly bounced me out of bed rolling around a bunch of times and then asked,
“Are you awake?”
“Yes.” (Now I am, numbnut.)
“I can’t believe he hasn’t woken us up even once yet.”
“Yes.” (But now you have woken me instead. $%$&*)*$)(#*()$&#(&*)
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Indeed, Pitter is our Night Savior, our Nightweaned Sleeping King, bedding down between 8 and 8:30pm and waking up for the day anywhere between 6 and 7 am. He has crawled into our bed once, asking to nurse, and happily snuggling against me without a further peep for the rest of the night when I told him “booth” was asleep. I will admit it. I love him a lot little more for it.
2 Comments
January 15, 2008 at 9:38 am
Hoooray! I bet that’s a relief-and-a-half. Now if only you could teach him to make the perfect martini…
January 16, 2008 at 10:50 am
Of course LAST night, he whined and pawed at me at least three times. I think the next set of molars are coming in. It’s always something!
I’m more of a G&T girl myself. I’ll get him working on that next.