Ohmystinkinheck

After prayers the other night Jeff conked out in Meredith’s bed. She’s easy to conk out with, being a “snuggler” and all.

An hour or so later I found my way back to the room with a camera for a few shots and wondered if I should wake him.

He hadn’t yet started to snore and the two of them were tucked in so comfortably together, I couldn’t stand the thought of stirring them; so I didn’t.

I tried to capture Kenny, but he’s rather like a mole in his sleep. He digs deep beneath his quilt, into the furthest possible corner - just a lump of a figure. I often wonder how he can possibly breathe all that hot, sticky air, but he seems to like his sweaty sleeping stupor. The room was too dark to make him out for the camera, so I sauntered across the hall to Emelie’s room–y’know, the one she currently resides ALONE in? It seems that JoJo is still sleeping with Emelie.

JoJo often tries to climb beneath her covers, which tickles her, so she made him a bit of a cover-up with her blankie; the blankie she’s had since she entered the world.

This primary colored blankie was a gift from my father’s secretary at that time. It was crocheted from a really rough and scratchy yarn - so instead of cuddling her in it, I hung it on the side of her crib. Thing is, after a couple of nights we’d notice that she had pulled it down in the night. It would be wrapped around her hands and up near her face. and every night she’d pull it down. Now, 11 years later, it has worn down to the softness only a well-worn blankie can boast. It even has wide gaps on the corners where she’d stick her fingers through and rub them back and forth, wearing down the corner fibers until they barely resemble their original pattern.

After tucking everyone in, and knowing Jeff would eventually wake and join me in our room, I got ready for bed as well.

Is there anything more wonderful at the end of a day than tucking yourself into a cozy bed?

Yeah, I didn’t think so either.

2 Responses to “Bed bugs come in all shapes and sizes.”

1. Liz C.

   Hope your night was cozy and snoozeful… I can hear my own DH sawing timber from here, through the closed door, and I fear trying to lay down next to that.

   The sleeping family pictures are the best, aren’t they? Looking through my photo stash, you’d swear everyone is narcoleptic. I think I snap sleeping pictures because it’s the only time Every Holds Still.

2. D

   how in the world do you take a picture of your own shoulder?! you are way talented! :)