With each new child comes new experiences that I never expected to happen in my life. There are all sorts of phrases I never thought I would say, like: "No, you may not write newborn across the baby's head with a Sharpie" and "Don't pour juice on the cat."
The other night Frankie was sleeping in our bed. And I use the term "sleeping" very lightly here. He woke up in around 2:00 and was wide awake for some reason. Fortunately, he seemed happy to just flop around the bed for an hour or so, talking occasionally, while Seth and I lightly dozed.
At one point, he lay down right on top of my head and proceeded to thrash and spin around. All of a sudden he started fussing and trying to get away from my head, but he couldn't. He had gotten so wrapped up in my hair that he was stuck to the back of my head. And I wasn't at an angle that allowed me to disentangle him so I had to wake Seth up and tell him, "Frankie is stuck in my hair."
I had read before that women with very long hair should keep it up at night if they have children in bed with them, but I didn't actually think mine was long enough. I'm comforted by the fact that the manner in which he entangled himself is not something I could ever sleep through. Still, I'll be keeping my hair up at night more often - especially if Seth isn't around to free us.
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