Grateful for this precious time... and for coffee

Last night, just after midnight, Jake crawled into our bed because he was afraid of the dark.  Andy was still downstairs playing Destiny and I wasn't quite asleep so I let him cuddle in our bed rather than carry him back to his room right away.  He squirmed for a bit, but actually fell asleep pretty quickly. 

Jake is normally so independent and very rarely clingy, so rather than carry my sleeping little boy back to bed, I decided to let him stay there.  I know this season of little boy snuggles is fleeting and I am grateful for this precious time.

During the middle of the night, I woke up several times to Jake kicking me in the back.  Some people talk in their sleep, some walk, but Jake kicks.  Hard.  I kept thinking it'd the last time and that he wouldn't wake me up with any more sleep-kicks so I let him stay.

At one point he totally stole the pillow we were sharing and kicked again when I tried to get half of it back.  Again, I know it's a precious season and he rarely gets scared so I decided I didn't really need a pillow for the rest of the night. 

At 6am, he was totally wide awake for the day & bouncing around.  At this point I'd only had a couple of 60 minute to 90 minute blocks of continuous sleep so I felt pretty groggy.  Andy got up & gave him a Kindle so he could entertain himself while we finished waking up.  Andy made it downstairs first and saw that Jake had opened the pantry, found a jar of sprinkles, and made himself a plate of sugar sprinkles for breakfast, resulting in an extra cracked-out kid this morning.

I am honestly grateful for my beautiful and fun family...

 

... but I'm also grateful for coffee!

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