Before Emma was born, my mom gave me this book. It's full of great little stories that have been compiled from New Beginnings (LLL's monthly magazine). Today I was paging through it, hoping to find some encouragement regarding night-nursing a toddler. I did find it, and also found a poem that I was searching for a few months ago.

The Family Bed
by Carrie Scully
1979

It's only a double
And sometimes there's trouble
With covers and kicking about.
But o-o-o-h it's so warm
And it can't do much harm
When you feel all the love in and out.

This morning I woke
And this is no joke...
I was holding my little girl's hand.
So who could disgrace
The love that took place
While we dreamed our sweet dreams hand in hand?

It's a cute poem, but the sweetness is sort of lost on me now. I think I'm getting a little burnt out on co-cleeping. Lately Emma has been nursing all night long, and it's getting old. Plus she is getting bigger and suddenly taking up much more room. Sometimes I lay there, smashed on all sides by Steve, Ems, Jose, and Paco and fantasize about having a whole bed all to myself. I always thought we would co-sleep indefinitely but now Steve and I are discussing getting Emma her own bed in a few months. We'd probably put a little mattress on the floor in our room and have her sleep there sometimes, just for the sake of a little breathing room!

I ordered some Babylegs (legwarmers, basically) in a co-op and they came yesterday. They are so cute and very convenient for diaper changing. Here is the kid sporting her favorite pair.