Luke comes into our bed most nights. He claims he's "scared" of his room, but he comes up with all kinds of excuses why he must sleep in our bed. His toys are scary. He likes the "black dark" of our room. Our bed is soft. The list goes on. Generally around 3-4 a.m., we hear the pitter patter of running feet, or the shuffle shuffle of feet bringing along his pillow, blanket and a few toys. Fortunately (for me), he always climbs over Kris and plops himself right in the middle and falls fast asleep.
If I'm being honest, I love it. Waking up to a cuddly four year old is heaven! He doesn't let me cuddle him while he's awake, but in his sleep, he cuddles up right next me to.
The only time I don't love it is when he's doing "snow angels." He's quite an active boy, even in his sleep.
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