My husband and I take turns tending to the dog (early) in the morning. Around 5:30, Boomer will want to go out and be fed. We've found it is better to comply with his demands rather than listening to him whine for the next hour or so. Just yesterday, my husband took his turn, stomping down the stairs, clattering around in the kitchen as he prepared the food, and Joey did not awaken.
But when I get up to let the dog out, it is a different story. No matter how quietly I creep down the stairs, no matter how little noise I make in the kitchen, Joeys' Mommy Radar kicks in and he is beside me within minutes. Its as if he knows the difference between me making Boomer's breakfast and Mike making Boomer's breakfast.
Sometimes, I wake up in the morning and Joey is next to me. He's perfected the art of sneaking into our bed without waking us. Mike can get out of bed as many times as he wants, and Joey will stay asleep. The second I sneak out of bed, Joey shoots up and asks if I'm getting up. If I am, he follows me around until I leave for work.
When he does sneak in our bed, he sleeps on top of me, almost literally. All night, his little body is pressed against mine, and I often wake up to his arm across my face, or his cheek pressed against my face. No matter how or where I move, he is right there.
I must admit that I secretly love it. He is my biggest fan, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Although I could do without him surprising me when I'm in the shower, pulling the curtain back to yell, "Hi Mommy! I love you!"
Beth - 1 (I gave birth to my #1 fan)
Joey - 1 (He's my biggest fan)