my sleeping buddy

Vacation? Sure, count us in. It sounds so easy. So fun. Well, it was. Boo, Reese and I all had a great time at Kiewah last week. The hardest part is having her sleep in bed with me. I'm going to contradict myself though, because I so love it. I love it when we're there. In the beach condo. Away from reality. It's our snuggle time (Reese is not a big cuddler. only when she is really tired. absolutely past the point of caring, then she snuggles good. real good.) No, I don't get alot of me time. I go to bed when she does. I watch tv with no volume. fun. But I stare at her while she sleeps. I whisper how much I love her through the night and I wake up with my whole world next me. (literally. she slept right beside me all night. No budging.) However, returning home is another story. It always takes 2 nights before she wants her crib and she loves her crib. Always has. She is a great sleeper. I think she's baffled. Why does mommy not need a bed buddy tonight? Did I snore? Hog the bed? And pack-n-play is out of the question. She has hated that thing for quite some time. It's not even worth the space it takes up in the car. So, we snuggle.
The main point of me telling you this is to reenact the events of our third night. I wish, wish, wish I had a video camera. We curl into bed like we had the two previous nights with no boycotts. She's relaxed, sleepy. I laid my head on the pillow beside her. Next thing I know she is like a little sniper army crawling, slowly to my face. There we were, face to face. Eye to eye. Breath to breath. And she is staring at me needing to know if I'm asleep. It's as if she was waiting so she could make a run for the kitchen for some ice cream. I tried so hard to maintain my cool. My lips were shut tight, one eye slightly open to see her, I played possum as best I could and then, out of no where, I let out a laugh through my nose. So hard that it scared her for a split second until she burst into laughter. As you can imagine, I laughed so hard tears ran down. Takes two, three, four and five, yes, five all played out the exact same. She's a funny, laughing machine anyway, but once you get her going she can't stop. It was as if she'd been drinking a little. The later it got, the funnier it was. I will never sell it the way it happened in real life, but it was hilarious. It goes in the mommy memory bank for sure. She's sleeping now and I love my blogging time, but I miss my little cuddler/stand up comedian. I only wish Dallas could have been there with us. I'm here to tell you he would not have lasted as long as I did with out a smile. That's what she's best at. Delivering smiles to those who love her.

Even when it's way past her bedtime.

This is her reading Aunt Boo's lucky magazine and covering herself with YES and MAYBE's. Looks like she's undecided on a lot of the outfits since she's giving us her signature "I don't know."

And yes, we did leave the bed.  I'll have more vacation pics tomorrow.