The last thing I remember upon going to bed last night was being snuggled up next to my dear husband.  A tradition now  resurrected only after have left the on-going desert heat.  As I began waking this morning, I rolled to my side and suddenly, right in my ear, was the breath of my love.  I giggled a bit to myself and let myself enjoy the silly moment of rythmic breathing punctuated periodically by soft stuffy nose snores.  As I was letting myself drift back into my own dreams, I heard the gentle footsteps of my little love.  My reaction...oh no. This is going to be trouble. 

Now this might seem mean initially, however, the side note here is that D. has been quite challenging regarding bedtime as of late.  He has been procrastinating bedtime, trying to sleep w/us or talk us into sleeping with him.  Last night had been particulary exhausting.

However, something unexpected happened.  Instead of coming to mama's side of the bed...the bathroom light went on. Hmm. That's not a typical D. move.  Meanwhile the relaxed breathing continued next to me.  Then another strange thing happened.  The shower started. Ok. Time to open your eyes.  I turned my head  gently and discovered that it was not my dear husband next to me but my sweet boy, nestled perfectly in between us and taking up 80% of my pillow. More internal giggling.  As J.D. exited the bathroom, I waved him over and pointed to our precious treasure.  "When did this happen?" I asked.  "While I was taking my shower I guess." He replied. "Nope, he was here when you got out of bed."  We both smiled and laughed a bit.  Stealth Diego.

I remained in bed enjoying my unexpected and angelic snugglefest...until he rolled over---onto my face.  There was no denying I was now awake.  Time to get up and use my time alone to...blog of course!