Reminds me of when I used to wake up and find her wrapped around my feet underneath the doona. To this day I know not how she got there.
And this might be why my bed never gets made. And I'm good with that.
That is the rule in my house.
How could you disturb such a sweet baby?
As soon as I realized he was there I let him be. Moved the blankets later. Haha. He's got me trained.