How long has it been since I last wrote a post on this blog? I’d be afraid to look into the history. Anyway, we had a blogworthy moment tonight so I thought I’d sit down and share.

Bedtime is always interesting in our home, or more accurately, the way Reese chooses to conduct herself after bedtime is always interesting. As she’s rarely tired enough to fall right to sleep at the appointed hour, there’s often a good 20 minutes or so of miscellaneous banging around, wardrobe distressing, and general self-narration. This evening, after a quarter-hour of relative calm, Meg and I were surprised to hear a significant bump, as though Reese had opted for running headlong into her door rather than fall asleep.

I walked down the hall, opened her door, and stuck my head in only to find her lying in bed. She sat up, cocked her head, and looked at me in the way of a puppy who has just spread his meal across every square foot of your home. I said “Hey kiddo… how are you?”

“I was just sleeping here.” She replied. And buried her head in her several blankies.

Sorry to disturb you.