Dog Pile

Jason and I may be the last couple left with a standard sized bed. It is plenty big for the two of us, but lately we are thinking we need to upgrade.

Owen always wakes up around 1 am to come get in bed with us. But he doesn't just quietly climb under the covers, he climbs over me and jumps and wiggles until he has wormed his way in between Jason and I. Like a wedge in a log. Then he spreads out and kicks against me till I move over enough to suit him.

I usually end up getting up and putting Owen back in his bed so that I can sleep. I may have to repeat this performance 2 or 3 times unless I gate him in his room.

Then around 6 am, Ross comes in and wants to snuggle too. Owen follows again shortly, but his doesn't want to just climb quietly in. He will climb over Ross to wiggle and dive and jump until he wedges himself in between us. "Jealous" says Jason, "Rotten" says me. We both agree that morning has become "Dog Pile in Mom and Dad's Bed".

But we don't mind because it usually turns into a tickle fight with everyone laughing and really that is a nice way to start our day.