Saturday, August 28, 2010

Where Max Sleeps

Every night, Max starts his night in his crib.
But somehow, whenever we wake up he is right here:

Not to one side of the bed.
Not taking up a little bit of room.

He's always smack dab in the center of the bed, taking up so much of the bed that Mr. C. and I only have covers up to our waists and are each hugging opposite sides of the bed while he snoozes peacefully on.

He's a stinker.
Or, more accurately, a bed hog.
And he is not ashamed.