| alarm clock | for nikki's contacts |
as i've mentioned before, nikki's co-sleeping with us, dwight and me. ever since nikki took the bottle, she's been sleeping pretty well. pretty well that dwight no longer sleeps at the sala and has reclaimed his spot on our queensize bed. so the sleeping equation now is this:
nikki + me + dwight = poor mom squished in the middle
we perfectly fit all three of us as we hopped unto bed, yet always in the morning, I'd find myself right under dwight's ilok with nikki's feet either on my face or my tummy and her whole body perpendicular to mine. she still hasn't kicked the habit of going 90 degrees while sleeping with her mighty kicks. now this bed seems too small for the three of us. if only she'd stay in her crib.
but then i'd miss out on waking up to this:
nikki grabbing on my nose
and poking me in the eye (or trying to pry my eyes open?)
and sticking her fingers up my nostrils
and trying to munch on my cheeks (or is she trying to kiss me?)
and kicking my stomach
and babbling her heart away (with a few "mama" somewhere in there).
i'd lay in bed pretending to be asleep and try to peep through ... and once those cute silly little eyes meet mine, nikki's flashes her brightest smile and starts giggling. and we'd both start on a major giggle-a-thon and snugglefest. now who wouldn't want to wake up to this?
this is much better than any alarm clock out there! way better! *wink*
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