My lil bed bugs

The boys were being kind of PITA's a few nights ago when it was time for bed. I laid them down, kissed them goodnight, turned the nightlight on, and closed the door.

For the next half an hour, I repeated the previous steps. After, of course, getting rather firm with them on the importance of going to sleep.

However, it never failed. As soon as I walked down the hall, the giggling would start. Followed by loud laughter and the sounds of someone jumping on their bed. More yelling, more putting one squirmy little body back into their own bed, and more "this is the LAST time I had better have to come in here" threats.

Finally, it got quiet. Blissfully quiet. My favorite time of night.

Before I headed to my own room to answer the call of slumber my tired body was screaming at me, I opened their door to check on them. (I am a constant and compulsive checker. The thought of blankets getting tangled, breathing stopping, and all sorts of other horrors fill my brain if I get into bed without checking them first.) This is what I found. And it warmed my heart to the very brim.

They slept like this all night. When I went to wake them the next morning, Bryce was laying horizontally across the bottom of the bed, with Brady's feet resting on his belly. They crack me up, I swear!