So, Le petit has been coughing and a bit insecure in bed alone after our trip to Vancouver and days and days with his mama.
On Monday morning, mon mari heard Le petit crying at 6am-ish in his crib, and went to bring him into our bed. Le petit fell asleep and woke up disoriented and unhappy, until I called his name sleepily from under my blankets. He rolled over, patted my cheek with his small hand, and cried, “mama!” and rolled back and closed his eyes.
What a great morning.