I thought about this as I watched Nate crawl out of Harrison’s room last night.

No, really.  He CRAWLED out on his hands & knees because when he went in for one last check before bed, Harry popped up on his elbows.  Looked around like, “Hey, WTF?!”  & Nate hit the floor before he could be seen.  & as our son grunted & tried to go back to sleep, his father army-crawled out of his room in silence while his mother buried her face in a pillow to stifle the laughter.

But really.  It’s meant out of love, but I’d totally be creeped out if I knew someone was standing over me in the dark, silently watching me sleep, analyzing every breath for five minutes straight.

& damn, now I can’t get that song out of my head now.  “I always feel like, somebody’s waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatching me!”