About thirty minutes before the LM wakes up every morning, he becomes a wiggle butt. He flops around, kicks his legs, rolls with authority, wants his pacifier and then really doesn't. Occasionally, I can pull him onto my chest and he will drift back to sleep for another thirty minutes. Those thirty minutes are my gradual alarm clock, as he almost always wakes up between 6:00 and 7:00. This morning, however, he started wiggling at 4:30 a.m. I braced myself for an early wake-up. He started squirming. He kicked. He inched higher and higher in the bed. He found my arm. Picked his head up and slammed it down on my arm. Then he rolled towards me, head still on my arm, cuddled into me, sighed and drifted back into a deep sleep. I pulled the covers up a little higher and held him tight. While there are nights and mornings when I question whether he is ready for his crib full-time, mornings like these, I am so very happy to have my little bear next to me in bed.