Sleeping babies

Sometimes I miss my kids when they're sleeping. I know, crazy, huh? But I do. I miss touching on them. I could-- and sometimes do--just rub on their little faces and hands until they're practically begging me to stop. I worry that they're growing up and I won't get to hold them on my lap when they're grown. There is nothing in this world better than a sleeping child to cuddle on. Nothing better than a warm little palm to kiss on, or the side of their temple where the hair turns to babysoft fuzz. Even on the absolute most chaotic of days, I have a hard time resisting picking them up and cuddling when I go in to check on them.

All 3 of my children sleep in the same room. We have 2 bedrooms and one bathroom in our 1950's ranch. It's a beautiful house to raise kids in. A nice flat yard, lots of light, hardwood floors & nothing too fancy for them to mess up. The only complaint I might have is the storage--there is none. I have decluttered and organized until I just can't anymore and that's frustrating for a crafty person. I can't leave well enough alone and I always like to try it another way. But when you've run out of space that's hard to do. It clutters up my creativity and makes me feel stressed. We've gotten too big for our little house. I'm hoping my kids don't get too big for me. Sometimes I ask them as we're cuddling: "please don't get too big too quick", and I get the cutest responses from them... "I promise I will only grow a little bit right now. Like this much" and she'll show me about 6 inches. Too funny.