J ended up in our bed last night around 11pm. At 1am, she sat up.
“Go to sleep, J. Night-night.”
“Go, go, gooooooooooooo!”
“Go sleepy, J. Lay down.”
She throws her body down against me, smashing my left boob in the process.
After much rolling around and restlessness:
“Hi hi hi hi hi.”
“Go to sleep, J. It’s night-night time.”
She leans over and plants a wet kiss on my lips. H says “awwww, how can you get mad at that?”
She’s right. You can’t.
But you can put her back in her own crib where she sleeps soundly until after you leave for work in the morning. After a kiss and a hug of course.