Morning

This morning L climbed into our bed, as he does every morning. He's 3. He brought with him three stuffed animals: polar bear, mama kangaroo, and tarantula. Yeah, he has a stuffed tarantula (thanks Uncle Mikey!)He usually brings one for each of us and then gives his baby brother a baby rattle. Baby brother A, who sleeps in the co-sleeper attached to our bed some of the time and in our bed most of the time, was cuddled next to me sound asleep. L wanted to hug and kiss the baby. But when he does of course, he wakes the baby and the last thing I want anyone to do is wake the baby. But L wakes the baby with a big hug. And I get a little annoyed as he starts fussing but sweet as can be, L starts singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. It's okay, it's okay he repeats to his brother gently patting his back after the song. The singing calms the baby and they're smiling at each other and I smile at my husband. My heart is full of love. It was a great way to begin the day.