I envy mothers that have this on a regular basis. I will never forget my sister, Julie, telling me about her two children sleeping each day for three hours for naps and then going to bed by 8. I think drugs must have been involved. Out of my 5 children, 3 have been decent nappers. The other two do not require sleep. Even now, my oldest child requires less sleep than anyone in the house. She is the first up every morning and plays the drill seargent waking everyone up, including her mother who she drags out of bed promptly at 6:15 so I can become barely decent enough to stumble to the car to take her to seminary. Fortunately, she now has her learners permit and she drives to the church. Fear is an effective alternative to coffee.
The next sleepless child is my son. I could stop there and anyone that knows him could fill in the blanks with their knowledge of him. For those that are less aquainted with him, he is the epitome of boy. No, the epitome of a wild child, or a child raised by wolves. To illustrate my point, I will describe naptime antics from today. Since my almost 10 month old decided it was playtime at 1:30 this morning, I was rather tired and thrilled when naptime for my son came and she was sleeping also. I took my darling boy to the other room, far enough away from the baby that her restful slumber would be undisturbed. He and I snuggled up, going through our usual sleepy routine:
A.B.C. COOKIE MONSTER song, 123 little indians, 5 little squirells, I am a child of God, etc. Finally for the good snooze. Squirmy squirmy squirmy.... I got sleepier and sleepier, then I felt a tickle on my lips... my son was applying some of my older daughter's lipstick to my lips to match what he had already applied to his. So, I threatened his life, and told him to lay down. This continued until my cell phone rang. It was a friend talking about school and while I was talking to her I realized my son's new activity. He had found my daughter's removeable bra strap, looped it around the top bunk's bar and was bungee jumping off the bed. That was it. Naptime was at an end and I had a new idea for a blog post.
