Generally speaking, Oliver is a pretty good sleeper, thanks in no small part to this. Occasionally he wakes up very early in the morning and we bring him into our bed.
I absolutely adore these times. I cuddle up with him and smell his head, which smells half like my baby and half like my little boy. I feel his warm breath on my cheek and drift off to sleep.
Unfortunately, sometimes Oliver coming into our bed means that Andy leaves it in favor of the spare bedroom. Here is why:
He ::might:: get that from me.
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