Little Man still sleeps in a cot. Unlike his big sister, he can’t jump out of bed in the morning and come and clamber into bed with us. I love these morning cuddles with Boo, but I also love the way that Little Man wakes up.
He doesn’t cry, or even shout out, as Boo used to. No, I can just tell that he’s woken as I hear him rustling about in there a bit more. He’s quietly waking for the day. Some mornings when I go in, he’s just lying there, silently looking at me, clutching his little taggie blanket. A little smile spreads across his face. I love it. And then there are the other mornings when I go in and feel so proud. I’m raising another bookworm…
Again, not a word from him, he’s just sat there reading his book, patiently waiting for me to come and get him.
It’s about the only time that he’s so calm and peaceful, of course…!