Yesterday Eric woke up at 4:30 and started yelling. Rich figured out he was really hungry and fed him some cheerios. He came back into bed with us, and we actually all fell asleep until seven. But there was much yelling and fussing inbetween.
This morning FIVE AM on the baby monitor: "Mamma! Dadda." Babble Babble Babble "Mamma! Dadda!"
I sensed Rich getting up then Rich and a noisy baby were back in the bed. He lay still for about five minutes, then he climbed over me and started running around the room.
I think Rich then said: "Hey! you let him out of the bed. Why??" Then he kicked me a couple times. But I didn't move. It was like the whole thing was happening on a TV in another room.
He's the best husband in the world for what happened next. He sighed, pulled his pants on and the next thing I knew it was nearly seven and he and Eric came and woke me up for work.
What a guy. Sigh. He's just dreamy.