Once a loooong time ago I used to have room in my bed - room for me to sprawl out. Now, Easton sleeps with me, and Teagan ends up in my bed halfway through the night. I usually find a little corner to sleep uncomfortably on. I know, kids shouldn't sleep with their parents, but after Adam and I separated I hated sleeping alone so Easton got recruited as my bedtime buddy. Sure, I'd love the occasional bed to myself, but every morning I get to wake up to these happy little cuddling brothers, and it doesn't get any better than that. I love waking up to Teagan's happy squeals (he is so delightful in the morning) and Easton's morning breath in my face. These boys are so my favorites. (Oh, and notice how Teagan is like milk compared to Easton's bronze skin. I don't know where this white child came from. I can't seem to tan him up.)
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