Last night between midnight and two am, I had some time to think while I was trying to get a teething baby to go to sleep. As I sat there rocking her, these tiny little fingers were pinching the skin of my neck and these big blue eyes were staring at me intently. As much as my body would have loved to be sleeping under my covers, I realized how much I will miss this when she is too big to hold and rock. I am her world right now and no matter the hour of the night, love to hold her and make her feel safe. Although, as I listen to my snoring husband down the hall I begin to think that the person who started the phrase, "sleeping like a baby" had it all wrong. Lately in our little home, it has been "sleeping like my husband." He is missing all the midnight fun!