i got up to nurse nate a little before 6 this morning with every intention of going right back to sleep afterward. however as soon as i started to nurse, i heard asher rattling around in his room. and then this happened:
*asher bursts into our room. seriously, he burst...or bursted? anyway, the door almost came off its hinges.
asher: HEY MAMA! (he doesn't have any sense of volume control, so even at 6 in the morning when everybody knows it's only appropriate to whisper if you have to talk at all because you really should be sleeping instead of talking, my son yells)
me: hey, baby. (appropriately and groggily whispered)
asher: wanna play trucks, mama? (did i mention he's dragging his box of toy trucks behind him? well, he is)
me: not right now, baby. wanna get in mama's bed and go back to sleep?
asher: ok, mama!
and we all slept contentedly late until noon...the end.
no, i lie. i'm sorry. it was just the fantastical wishful thinking of a mother of a toddler and infant, but since i'm committed to only posting true events and convos sans exaggeration, here's how it really ended.
*i help asher into bed
asher: ready to go to sleep?
me: yes! here, you can sleep on daddy's pillow. let me cover you up.
asher: ok, mama. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. (ridiculous and adorable fake snoring sounds complete with closed eyes and mischievous smile) ALL DONE!!!
me: what?! i thought we were sleeping?
asher: all done. wanna play cars, mama?
man, i love that kid. enough to play cars in my bed while nursing his baby brother at 6 in the morning. that is love, right? ;)