Stubborn children

It occurred to me last night that this child is mocking me.

Unborn baby: Ha. You think you can make me come out? I don’t think so. I get all my meals whenever I want, I’m warm and cosy, and I get the side benefit of snuggle time.

Me: (quoting Lady MacBeth) Out, d*mn’d spot! Out, I say!

Unborn baby: Mwuahahahaha….

If anyone wants to add to the baby pool, just post in either of the two blog entries below.

Still working on revisions, though it’s getting harder and harder to concentrate. My goal today is to go off the Internet for a few hours and line edit my little brain out. Maybe a trip to Starbucks would be in order…self-bribery, don’tcha know.

In other bits of randomness, I went to tuck in my son last night. I have a nightly habit of checking on the kids after they’re asleep, because I used to find them curled up under the bed, or in strange sleeping positions. Last night my boy was completely asleep, with socks on both hands. Whether he was hosting sock puppet shows before bedtime or just had cold hands, I’m not sure, but I found it rather amusing. Amazingly, he didn’t wake up when I peeled both of them off (and they were up to his elbows!). A proud motherhood moment, I tell you.

Do your kids do anything weird after they go to bed? Or if you don’t have kids, was there anything you did as a child once your parents were out of the room? I used to read in bed, using whatever light I could find. I KNOW. Big shocker there.