KJ usually wakes me up with a wail over the monitor. When I wake up, Gage has encased himself in my arms and when he realizes I'm awake, starts telling me all about what he was thinking about while I rested. Usually I hear all about a visit from Luke Skywalker and Fred and George Weasley.
Then we get up and move on with the day.
Well, yesterday was actually amazing. I couldn't get myself to relax for the first twenty minutes or so of rest time. Which is frustrating. I had a lot on my mind and couldn't seem to suspend it for any period of time. After saying the alphabet about thirty times in my head, I finally drifted off and got a good solid twenty minute nap in WHICH IS HEAVENLY, AS ALL YOUNG MOTHERS CAN ATTEST! And I woke up feeling awesome and a little shaky. Then panicky. Gage wasn't two inches from my face.
He was, in fact, wrapped up in a throw blanket AND our enormous duvet on the other side of the bed, rosy-cheeked and fast asleep.
The kid hasn't napped for months, almost a year. And today, while the sunset made the snow sparkle (it gets dark pretty early here), my little boy fell fast asleep next to me.