Blanket-no-Blanket Every time the outside temperature drops a degree, ask for another blanket. Fall asleep under every blanket you own. In the middle of the night, start kicking at the excessive pile of blankets. Continue until all blankets are on the floor. Spend the next day washing every blanket you own. Repeat nightly. Imaginary Sleep […]
You twist and flip on your left And then your flop on your right One hand’s under pillows You pull your blanket tight But it’s the kicking legs You really fear going insane You can’t stay asleep again You can’t stay asleep again *Apologies to Rocky Horror
“I think it’s time for you to wake up now, daddy.”
Gimli smiles in his sleep. While the dogs hint that they are dreaming of play by running and gurfing in their sleep, this cat relaxes completely. Sleep is the only time that Gimli is truly relaxed. Clearly, Gimli dreams about… sleeping.
Sometimes, Sawyer asks to snuggle. Most of the time, this means he wants to sit in my lap. I then carefully nudge him to talk, only to discover that he isn’t upset about anything. He just needed to be held for a while. I would put down a fire extinguisher and let the stove burn […]
“I will see you in a few hours.” “Actually, I looked at the clock when I went in your room last night and it was 3. From now on, I’ll go to your bed at 3.” “I will see you at 3.” “You’re getting better at this.”
“Goodnight.” “You know I’m going to sneak in your bed in an hour. Instead of saying goodnight, you should tell me that you will see me later.” “I’ll see you in a few hours.” “That’s better.”
As I tucked the edges of the blanket that would soon be kicked to the floor under Sawyer, he asked me to lean close so that he could tell me something important. I tilted my head and put my ear near his face. Sawyer popped his arms out of the blanket cocoon and turned my […]
Did I ever mention that we had the house to ourselves for two full hours this weekend and we slept the entire time? Oh. Well then… nevermind.
Part one: Sometime between midnight and two in the morning, Sawyer crawls in our bed to snuggle, twirl and steal blankets. It’s something he has always done. The only change in this routine is that for the past year, instead of immediately crawling between us, he stands beside sleeping Dad and softly whispers, “Can I […]