:o Toby has his own bed in the laundry room and his crate is in there if he wants to sleep in his crate (with the door open). We wake up and he is in different places. My husband wont let Toby sleep in the bed, unless of course he is not there. That is when Toby and I get our snuggling in (on mommy's bed) 

stares at me until something in my sub-conscious knows my baby needs me and wakes me up, and I hold the covers open so she can crawl way down by my feet and curl up. These wonderful episodes end with a huge blanket covered sigh and I know all is well.