Pillow Sneaker Stealer Taker

This picture was taken seconds after husband rolled out of bed. That pillow is husbands, and he rarely moves outside of it's range when he sleeps. Wonder where husband slept all night? So do we. I'm thinking on the very edge of the bed because that's where I end up when Ryker sleeps with us and he decides to cuddle with me.

Oh yeah. That's every. night.

Luckily he switches who he cuddles with from night to night. Sometimes in the middle of the night. The only guarantee is that at least one of us will wake up with a blocked trachea because his body is lying across our neck/face. The other lucky fellow will suffer a punch or two in the jaw from flying limbs, or a butt shot. True story, I've been decked in the face before.

We've recently taken to calling him Bambii. He's incredibly lurpy, don't you think? He's also discovering what fun chasing butterflies is, and all the many ways to push Mom's buttons, like trying to dig into the Lovesac.

This picture was taken when he woke up from a cuddle session with me while I watched Biggest Loser (it's my latest obsession). It's a good thing I'm a hard nose and rarely indulge in such weakness.

Only like every other hour.