This has been a constant source of Kiddious Interuptus ... forcing mom and dad onto the kitchen table (grin...) no, seriously though, it's all cute but it's a pain in the butt sometimes... I mean, he has a wicked cold? There he is coughing in my face as I wake up... he - all 45 lbs of him can actually be a bit of a bed hog! and so I'll end up squished between him and Zebra - both of 'em saw'en away... aargggg.
So, I've got this hacking cough cold-stage thing goin on. George is just starting to get a cold, and Ed is in full runny noise phase... When I'm doing story time with George tonight we're reading propped up on pillows on my bed (hoping Ed will be asleep by the time I get George into bed - they share a bedroom, their choice). After the story I talk to George about maybe sleeping overnight in his bed 'cause dad's got this nasty cough... He is oh so calm and without missing a beat says "Sure, I can do that. No problem dad."
Every delightful moment in my memory of his delicate, cute like crazy lil'self lying there on our bed... the noise he makes when he's stumbling into our room at night... the fact that he is basically this warm little teddy bear... comes welling into my thoughts... and it occurs to me that someday... someday soon, he will simply outgrow this and it will stop. Forever.