I don't like things in my bed. I hate crumbs, toys. paper - but mostly I do not like kids in my bed. Jack always has to sleep with me. I. Do. Not. Like. It. He is a bed hog. He kicks, hits and has been known to punch. He looks so little and cute. Harmless. Ya right. Here he is, asleep, assuming the position of king of the queen sized castle. The bed is called queen sized - I'm the queen. I also noticed he has chocolate or something on his face. Bad mom. Below is the second case in point. She looks so sweet and innocent. But when she sleeps she is the tornado and you are the double-wide. Bad. Very bad. The crown is very appropriate.
Here is Ally. Out of the other two -if I had to pick - it would be her. She is not as crazy. Human heater. She is the sweet one. If you tell her to move she will.
The next time I wake up in the morning more tired than I was when I went to bed - I would like it to be because of someone I didn't give birth to. A girl can dream... but not with them in the bed.