Just about the Sweetest Thing Ever

A few mornings ago when I went in to get DS out of bed, for he had been talking awhile and I didn't want him to wake DD before her time, I came in to find him gently placing one of his loveys--a variety of solid-color, terrycloth washcloths, some with stripes, some without (right now his favorites are dark blue with white stripes and light green with white stripes)--on his stuffed Snuffaluffagus. He insisted on picking up Snuffy-cum-lovey to go downstairs with us.

Just now (and it's about an hour after tuck-in), we heard him ask for his Diego pillow on the monitor. We'd removed it last night around 3 a.m. because he'd gotten it wedge in a funny position and was upset, so it slept in our room. I went upstairs to check on him and get the pillow, only to find that he had arranged all his stuffies in a semi-circle around himself and was lovingly tucking them in and covering them with his loveys. I gave him a few more loveys, noticing he was short, and he'd say, "here's a lovey for moonbeam bear," and he'd pat him. Then he covered the Diego picture on his pillowcase. And began to cover the frog faces on his footie jammies. DP was with me (since she knew where we'd stashed the Diego pillow) and helped him lie back and then covered him with loveys.

Just about the sweetest thing ever.

We'd always wondered what he was doing when we could hear him mumbling after bedtime. I thought he was reviewing his day. Maybe he does sometimes. But this lovey-thing is sweet.

Even if he's still awake.