We broke the one and only rule we've been able to keep for Little Miss. Lucy. And I'm just really fine with it. In fact, it makes me laugh every time I think about it. Lucy Baby had surgery last week to make sure there were no more Lucy babies. It was hard to see her in pain and she was such a damn good sport about it that you just really wanted to do something extra for her. So we gave in on a few little things here and there. This included hand feeding her human food. What surprised me though, was when Matt broke the number one, ultimate Rule that Shall Not be Broken.
He walked into the living room and I asked where Lucy was.
"On the bed."
"Mmmhmmm." Guilty smile.
So when I went to bed I let her be. Matt was shocked to find a furry friend on his side of the bed when he came in much later.
Him: "You let her sleep in the bed with you?"
Me: "You let her up here."
Him: "Yeah but not to sleep with us. That's just gross."
Me: "Whatever. You let her up here." Back to sleep.
The next morning we agreed to go back to our original Ultimate No Lucy on The Bed Ever (again) Rule.
When I got home from work however, I noticed something suspicious. Matt was working on the trim in the bedroom.
"So, uh ... Was Lucy on the bed?"
"Okay," I said grinning and pointing to the bed where he saw the telltale Lucy was Here sign - her favorite little Froggy lying next to his pillow. Right next to the Lucy sized rumple.