So everyone knows the change we're going through at my house, right?
Daddy's gone.
A roommate and her son are in.
For the most part, the transition is going smoother than I ever thought it would.
While things aren't easy, we all seem - dare I say it? - happy.
Rye smiles, laughs, plays. We snuggle. He helps out around the house. He is just a good, nice, beautiful boy.
Until bedtime.
It's not like he gets ugly then ... he just gets needy.
And he has come up with a million reasons why he can't sleep in his bed.
More times than I am proud to admit lately, I've caved and let him sleep with me. Last night, he said, "I promise this will be the last time ever that I sleep in your bed."
Uh, yeah, right.
I've been doing blog entries just about every day on momaha.com. I wrote about this topic there, too, today and asked others to share their stories.
What are your experiences with this? Leave your comments here! And check out momaha.com here.
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Isa finds her way into our bed at about 4 or 5 in the morning almost every morning. Our first thought was no lets not get this started, but then I thought this will not last forever and maybe we should just savor it instead. Cullen has since started to write a song titled " I woke up with a princess in my bed".
I woke up with a princess in my bed.
How totally sweet.
Maybe I need to write a song for the little boy prince who keeps finding his way down the stairs and under my covers.
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