Owen always winds up in our bed early ass morning, little bugger has me so conditioned to get him 4-5 am when he screams bloody murder, so the in laws don't come and steal him without letting us know (yes they did do that) that I don't even remember doing half the time lol. He's already up and is practicing to stand and he loses his balance and falls on my face. I crack one eye annoyingly open and see a big wide smile! I want to be annoyed at having my face sat on by a squishy diapered butt (thank god no poo was in it lol) but I can't because Owen looks at me with such pride in his face. Ugh curses for having such a cute child!