Last night at 4:30 am, morning according to my mother's alarm clock, I was awakened by the pain in my right shoulder from laying on it...our stupid mattress. Anyway, we wake up about three times a night to switch sides of the bed so we can roll over, but still spoon. Aren't we cute? I know. This is what went down:
Chelsi: "Honey, can we switch?"
*He falls back asleep*
Spencer: "Oh, sorry."
*He gets out of bed and comes to my side, turning on the humidifier on his way. I roll over Belle to the other side*
Chelsi: "Can you budge the comforter from underneath her? I'm freezing."
*He lifts Belle and I steal the comforter she's wadded up and burrowed into. He gets in bed*
Chelsi: "Thanks, hun."
Spencer: "Amish people have a fun time coming up with excuses."
Spencer: *As he is laying down in a weird position, and not on a pillow* "The Amish know how to beat the system."
Chelsi: *Laughs quietly and debates on whether or not to egg him on, then decides she's tired* "I know, baby. Here, lift your head. You're not on a pillow. There you go. Go to sleep ok?"