As soon as I write about how much I love sleeping with my kids, they run me out of bed.
The night after my last post, actually. There I am sleeping quietly next to Theresa (at least I think I was sleeping quietly next to Theresa) when all of a sudden an acrobatic act broke out on top of me. Well, maybe not, but it sure felt like it. Noah and Grayson had both made their way into the bed (Mattea was still in the blue bed, downstairs) and began doing flying leaps and somersaults and back flips on me. Not really, but it sure conjured up an image, didn't it? They were pushing up against me, and pushing with their feet. Their arms were flailing all about, and Grayson wanted to lay down on me again, but he was moving all over the place this time. Finally, I decided that if I wanted to get any sleep I'd need to move. So I went downstairs and slept with Mattea.
Such is life in Casa Hernandez.
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Such is the life in our house. Kids everywhere. All the time.
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