"Mama, Riber, Dada!"

This is what River said as he pointed first to my side of our bed, then the middle of the bed, then to Zac's side. Zac promptly responded, "Nope! River sleeps in his bed! In HIS room!" Still though, each night around 1am, or 5 am if we're lucky, we hear River crawl out of bed, shut off his air purifier, open his door, close his door, and then we feel his little body between us squeezing into the covers. Some mornings we wake to find him next to us with no recollection of him getting there. He's one tricky little co-sleeping monkey!