This morning around 4:30, Olivier woke up for his early-morning feeding, waking Eliot in the process (this happens about half of the time). Bethany likes to take him out to the living room because the couch is more comfortable than the bed. I stay in bed in case Eliot comes in. This morning, I fell asleep right after Bethany took Olivier out (first week back at work and all). I'm sleeping with my back to the edge of the bed. Next thing I know, 20 minutes later, I wake up with a chubby pair of toddler arms wrapped around my neck, a pair of toddler legs latched around my waist, and a little toddler butt hanging over the edge of the bed, slowly dragging me over. That's what wakes me up, 20 minutes after Bethany heard Eliot wake up. Eliot is fast asleep.