The Pants family never got the hang of cribs. This came as a shock to me because when I was 7 months pregnant I panicked, like only a pregnant lady can, and had to get the crib RIGHT NOW. Poor Daddy Pants was all flustered in Target watching me pace, talk to myself and read labels. I demanded that we bring home a crib that night. I can still see his face flushed and hear his quiet "don't upset the hormonal crazy lady" tone. I have since eaten a ton of crow about this. Because we never used that crib (it made a perfect laundry jail though).  My crazy pre baby self had not yet met my crazed post baby self. They were two different people entirely. After I met my baby boy, I knew I couldn't have him sleeping in another room. So I started reading every article and research paper done on family bed sharing or co sleeping. The Hubs let it all ride. His face would blanche and tune me out as I schooled him on the bliss that would become our sleeping arrangements. I went on and on about how safe it was when done right and that cosleeping has been around forever. "Cribs are a modern day phenomenon!", I'd preach, "Baby's have been sleeping with their parents since the beginning of time!". I knew that what I was saying was true on paper. But the real truth for me was that I just couldn't put my little peanut in a room away from me. It didn't work for me. The idea made me cry even though I knew I wasn't going to. I mean, just the IDEA (Thank you post partum hormones!).  So we figured out how to do it safely and that's how it all started. It was nice to find out that Daddy wasn't tuning me out after all. I've heard him talking to his gaming buddies online about breastfeeding and cosleeping and my heart swells with pride (even if his buddies are eye rolling on the other end of that conversation). 
The Pants family values sleep. In fact, we LOVE it. We also love to snuggle. Everyone sleeps better and the snuggles are the absolute hands down best part of the day. Even when daddy and I were pressed against each other on 2 square inches of a king size bed so as to leave Mr. Pants the space to not be touched, we love it. Thankfully he got over that. He became an expert snuggler despite himself. He is also an expert space taker, blanket stealer and all around dream ninja. But when he slides into the crook of your arm, ready for some snuggle, it's the best feeling in the world. Miss PLum is getting pretty good at it too now that she's plump and strong enough to give back a good snuggle. She can't help it, it's in her genes. Sadly,It's not a good idea to have a midget sleep gymnast in the bed with a new baby so Daddy joined Mr. Pants in his new room right before Miss Plum arrived. Someday soon we will all meet up again. I think I will need to create a bigger more awesome bed though. Is there such thing as a double king? Or maybe baby girl will just join her brother in his room when she is ready and I can have the hubs back. We'll see. Who knows how it will go.  But I can not wait for the day Plum is big enough to snuggle sleep with Mr. Pants. I think when I see that for the first time my heart might explode.