Ah, Lucy. Lucy was very wiggly last night. She didn’t particularly want to go to sleep, but she laid down with Samantha and me and proceeded to wiggle her self to sleep. After flopping, flailing kicking, blankets on, blankets off, and repeating it all several times, she curled up in a ball. Then she pulled her head towards her knees. And again. Finally she was backwards in the bed, and she stretched out on her stomach. I laughed, thinking she would right herself soon.
The next time I woke up, she was not only still backwards, but her feet were the only part showing out from the blankets where her head should have been.
And finally, this morning, there was a rustle under the blanket. “Help!” weakly from near my feet. I laughed again, and freed her from her soft prison. And she went back to sleep, which is why I have time to write for the second day in a row.
Did I mention she still sleeps in our bed quite often? Sometimes it’s worth the crowding. I’d hate to have missed that.