Cotton decided to be the cutest puppy EVER last night.
- He was so excited when I got home, that he wouldn't stay at the front door and wait for me to get inside. He started walking towards me. He isn't supposed to walk out the front door, but he was doing it only to come see me. It was so cute.
- When I laid down because my head was killing me (stupid allergies), he decided to jump up and sit in the crook of my legs. Eventually he laid down and rested his head on the side of my knees.
- When I was finishing eating, he crawled up beside me and PRESSED himself as hard as he could into my side. There couldn't be any air in between us.
- I went to bed at about 9 last night. When I walked up the stairs, he stood at the bottom of the steps, staring at me like, "Momma... where are you going?" then bounded up after me. Phil put him on the bed and he immediately began rearranging the covers so he could lay down RIGHT next to me. And there he slept for the next 2 hours, until he heard Phil feed Taylor.
It was my goal to be asleep by 10, but I couldn't get enough of the puppy cuddles. Usually, he doesn't stay upstairs with me. He doesn't want to risk missing out on something happening downstairs like the rare chance Taylor will be in the mood to play with him.
But last night, it was all about me and him. So I did nothing by cuddle and read The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding while watching Friday Night Lights and Baby Janney took a kickboxing class in my uterus.