The other night, Burl woke up saying, "Toes, Mama. Toes." I reached over and felt the blanket had slipped off his cold toes. I pulled him closer to me, and he snuggled his legs under the blankets against me and drifted back to sleep.
Some say we're spoiling him, and creating a monster who will expect to be doted on his whole life. We feel we're providing a loving, trusting environment for him, full of security, comfort, and compassion which will continue to help him grow healthy, both physically and emotionally.