Too Comfortable

During the wee dark hours of the morning, around 3:00AM, I was awakened out of my sleep by the sounds of a shrill coming from NyCee's room. As I struggled to get myself together to attend to her, Lewis walked into our room carrying her and coaxing her back to sleep. He changed her diaper and I laid her in the bed next to me in the hopes that nursing her would cause peaceful slumber to once again take over. Well, it took over. But on both of us. Normally, I let her nurse until she goes back to sleep and then I carry her back to her room.

The alarm clock sounded at 745AM and when I looked down this is what I saw:

Yes, her feet are propped up on my stomach. What am I her footstool?