We ate chocolates in bed this morning. And played Crazy Eights. In bed.
We had to do some special things in bed because I've been exempting the girls from visiting me during the night. It's been rough on them (rougher on me?).
Even Wolfie, who hasn't slept our bed in years, caught the There's-Something-Special-Going-On-With-Mama's-Bed vibe and asked if he and I could snuggle in my bed together. He asked this while we were snuggling on the couch together and his sister was sad about a boo-boo on her foot. I got up to go to the bathroom in our bedroom where the bandages are and Wolfie asked me, "Are you going to prepare for our bed date?"
Bed date. Sure babies, any time (except bed time).