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Often (too often) Sam will come down in the middle of the night and crawl into our bed.  Luke used to come, too, which made for a very crowded bed.  He, however, seems to have broken the habit and has recently been staying in his own bed.

So.  Back to Sam.  Dan and I both agree that we should get up and put him back into his own bed.  Upstairs.  But, we both fail to do so most nights because who wants to get up at 3:42 a.m. and climb the stairs with a 3-year-old?

The night before last, I heard the pitter-patter of Sam’s little feet running across the hardwood and headed for our room.  I poked Dan, hoping he’d intercept.  Lot of good that did.    Dan and I were snuggled up against each other, so you’d think there’d be no room for Sam.  Undeterred, however, he climbed over me as usual and settled, somehow, between us.  I think he sort of started on top of us, right in the crack.  Then he somehow seemed to wiggle and melt his way in until he was comfortably settled.

I don’t know that Dan ever stopped snoring.  And Sam (now comfy and warm between his parents) quickly fell back to sleep.  HUGELY pregnant, uncomfortable and now wide awake, I laid there thinking that my young son is very much like grout.

Somehow he seeps into the barely noticeable crack and settles in.  Trying to dig him out would be just too much trouble.