Sleep

Lately, I have been having a little more trouble sleeping at night. I don't remember really, but Mom has mentioned it the last several mornings. And last night Dad rocked me for a change. He ran out of lullabys and started singing me a Madonna song. Mom started giggling. I thought it was a nice song. Mom says that's because I haven't seen the video.

Mama told me today of an interesting phenomena. Apparently, Dad used to be something of an insomniac and would wake easily in the night. Then I was born and a couple of weeks later he started being able to sleep through everything. Mama on the other hand never had trouble sleeping. She once slept through a fire next door and often had trouble waking to her alarm clock. And then, as she tells it, I was born. And everything changed. I'm pretty glad it did, or no one would ever help me find my passy when I lose it, or make me feel better when my mouth hurts. And I could have starved to death by now.