Here’s a reprint of a story about I from my other blog. I’m condensing!

My stinky second baby comes out of bed every day and climbs into our bed and says “mook! mook! mook!” until I get up and go downstairs and get him some milk. If he comes downstairs too, sometimes I can convince him to sit on the couch with a “If you sit on the couch, I will bring you some milk.” I love it when he says “Oh.” with such profound understanding. Sometimes, I can trade kisses for the mook, but sometimes he just signs “Thank you”.

Right now, stinkyhead #2 climbs out of bed almost every night. Last night, I asked him if he was sad that no one slept with him anymore (since the boys just got bunkbeds a couple of weeks ago), and he nodded yes. When I asked if he missed the Monkey sleeping with him, he said “yes”. So sad. So sweet. Of course, then he rolled over toward me and waved his little hand at me to tell me to move and said “Away!”