A confession. Lawrence still sleeps with us in 'the big bed'. Not every night, but regularly. He considers it his greatest accomplishment of the day if I say "now go up to bed" and he crashes on Mike's pillow.
Mike is a great sport about this, about everything really. So this morning on the busride in I heard a woman complaining that her 5 year old had crawled into bed with her last night and I began to worry again that there is something 'wrong' with how my little family does things. A couple years ago one of those advice columns in the newspaper even suggested that there was probably something wrong with a mother (as in sexual deviancy) who would let a child past toddler age sleep with her and her husband.
But its so sweet to wake up with little arms around your neck, even if he is a sweaty blob. For me it is just comfortable to fall asleep knowing that everything I love is in one room, safe and quiet. Maybe I need to move to some 'less civilized' culture where you can breastfeed and cosleep forever, and the weirdos are the ones who stash their babies in another room to cry it out.
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