After each of our kids were born, they each basically slept on my chest listening to daddy's heart beat at night for about six weeks. After about six weeks, it is usually time for Mom and Dad to recaputure some privacy in bed and the baby is moved to the basinette. With Madison, Katie and Jonathan, we were also very strict about them sleeping in their own beds at about 6 months old. While I have a California King size bed, I do not believe in a La Leche League family bed. I have always been very strict about this.
Our youngest daughter Ellie is now six years old (not six months old!) and still manages to sleep with us most nights. And I admit it is my fault. Shelley did everything right. But you see Ellie is a sly and masterful cuddler. When she climbs on my lap, she lays her head on me, smiles a smile of extreme cotentment, coos a little , tells me that she loves me, lays her hand on her face and closes her eyes. She's got me! She will also come cuddle me while I watch sports, even golf.
And get this evil trick of her's -- while Ellie is sound asleep, if I whisper in her ear that I love her, she smiles, just briefly, and then her little freckled face settles back into expressionless slumber. And to top it all off, she only smiles in her sleep when she hears my voice. You see what I mean, she is a little evil genious. She has destroyed all my defenses and I am powerless against her. So when she comes in at night, slips under the covers, kisses me on the cheek, lays down and wraps her little arm around my neck, (even though I know she is going to elbow me all night, steal my covers and make my back sore in the morning), I am happy she is there.
I mean what would you do?
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