Every single night, Truman comes screaming down the hall into our bed. He wakes up and can't believe our nerve for leaving him alone in his bed. Then he thrashes for half the night. Flayling his body and doing jumping jacks in the bed.
At 6 am when I try to tip-toe out of the mass of blanket, pillows, sippy cups, and one doll named "baby", Truman always wakes up. He screams with annoyance that I tried to leave the bed to enjoy my sacred coffee hour.
Sigh. I am trying to be patient.
We try not to fall asleep in his bed, but I snapped this one a few nights ago when Jason was too tired to resist some cuddle time.