Vroom Vroom

I had not quite finished uploading the picture for the blog post last night when I heard you fussing in the bedroom. This was about 11:00pm. I picked you up, nursed, rocked and sang "Bye Bye My Baby." You didn't go back to sleep. Nona came down when she couldn't stand the sound of your crying anymore and took you out to the porch swing. You went to sleep out there but woke up the minute you hit the sheets in the bedroom. For the next hour and a half you tossed and turned and tried to go back to sleep. Finally, you decided you might as well get up and read for a while. Book after book after book and you still didn't get sleepy enough to lay down and close your eyes. I, however, got plenty tired but decided it was a bad idea to fall asleep while a 13 month old crawled around on top of the bed. Finally, I asked you what you needed and you said very clearly, "vroom, vroom." So at 1:30 am we hopped in Nona and Granddaddy's mini van and hit the street. You were asleep three or four miles later and I got you back inside and into bed without a peep.
Sometimes, it pays to ask what you want.

What Do You Dream About?

We're in Ocean Springs--a magic place, really. In Ocean Springs you have french fries and chicken strips, Ritz crackers with peanut butter, the Wiggles and Sesame Street. We do not have these things in Atlanta. You are never alone, the living room is covered in toys and there is always someone available to read a book over and over and over again.

The real miracle, however, is what Ocean Springs does to your sleep habits. You've gone to bed each night around 8:30 and slept peacefully for the most part. I've slept pretty well too, if lightly, and I've got a couple of theories about why you might be sleeping so well:
A) you're exhausted from the constant playing
B) you're in a food coma; stuffed to the gills with roast beef, potatoes and cornbread
C) you're a bed-hog who is finally able to stake your claim on a queen sized bed

Personally, I think it's option "C." You've flipped and spun, twisted in the sheets and gone from lying horizontally to vertically three of four times during the night and amazingly, stayed asleep during these acrobatics. These level of activity begs the question: just what are you dreaming about? Last night you sat straight up, exclaimed "HAT!" and then fell back down to sleep. I love the idea that you might be doing hat inventory at night--there are so many hats you've known and loved (as long as they're not on your head) and I'd like to think you spent time exploring them all last night as we snoozed away. I hope all your dreams are so sweet, so innocent and simple as exploring a make believe world of hats. I would ask that you find a way to explore that world without doing gymnastics.

And on a side note: It's been a full month since I've written. Bad Momma. Bad Momma.