Sleep Softly Son With my wife recovering from surgery, my rambunctious style of sleep had to find another home for a few weeks. With only one other bedroom, that pretty much meant I would be sleeping in my son's room.

He sleeps on a queen sized mattress, which sits on the floor next to the baby sized mattress that we took out of his crib before we moved the crib into the attic. So we have this l-shaped mattress on the floor, and another twin size mattress pushed up against the wall, to make the little fellow feel like he is in the looney bin. Fortunately, he probably doesn't understand the significance of the padded room.

In any case, as I fall asleep at night, I hear his gentle breath, and see his peaceful face. He is often contorted on the terrace between the mattresses, or "starfished" on a pillow, with one of his appendages easing up the padded wall behind him.

Its an amazing gift to lie down and watch the guiltless sleep. He sometimes wakes up screaming, and wanting to be held. And as he calms down, he rests his head on my shoulder, and his breathing softens. Then when I set him back upon his bed, he tosses and turns, looks around, and goes back to sleep.

Sometimes he wakes up early... before I'm ready to get up. About a week ago, he got frustrated with my sleepy head and pulled the covers off of me. The next morning he pulled the pillow out from under my head. The rest of the week I got up when he got up.  ¶ 4:04 PM