Actually, it was 2:30 A.M., but Simon and Garfunkel never wrote a song about that. Anyway, Wednesday morning, 2:30 A.M., Mia crawls into our bed, delivering a resounding thunk to the footboard on her way in else I may never have noticed. She's a good sleeper, but gets on these kicks sometimes where she wants to sleep with us and occasionally gets lucky enough to wake up after we are asleep and sneak her way in. We don't mind, it is so rare that it is just a nice chance to cuddle with a kid who is way too busy for such things these days.
Wednesday morning, 3:30 A.M., Owen experienced a Diaper Malfunction and Chris, not noticing that our bed was already one over capacity, changed Owen and brought him into bed with us. So there we were, all four Cactus-Fishes, crammed into a king-sized bed that was suddenly far too small. Mia spent the rest of the night herding me closer and closer to the edge. Owen pulled his trick of sleeping directly on top of Chris.
It was uncomfortable and awkward and I got about 15 non-consecutive minutes of sleep between Mia's 2:30 arrival and when Owen popped up demanding to watch Spiderman on the iPad at 6:30. But that, those four sort of miserable, cramped, grumpy, oh so tired hours, that is what I am thankful for this year.