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.
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