I think the foot-pyjamas-in-shoes thing might just catch on as a fashion trend.
I have the delight at this moment of hanging out at 3 a.m. with my youngest night owl. And while I'm initially put out with the fact that I'm up at night for the second night in a row, it only lasts as long as the trip down the stairs...who could resent another hour spent with this face, those damp curls, those squooshy warm cheeks?
Did I mention those wide-awake eyes and "Let's have fun!" smile? Sigh. I know this moment is precious and fleeting.
But, oh, I can't wait to crawl back into bed for a couple of hours before the day starts.