For several weeks now, Sophia has been very determined to go without sleep. She keeps waking up in the middle of the night and refuses to go back down. She is instead pursuing the pastime of staring lovingly into my eyes. For the first half an hour or so I just look back at her and it is a beautiful scene of mutual love and adoration. After that half an hour it starts to be a tragic scene of me wanting to sleep and her wanting to grab my face, hair, pajamas, arms, etc.
Perhaps I could think of some sort of fun middle of the night hobby or perhaps I should find some early morning television show to become addicted to. For the moment the only result is my new desire for a three bedroom house or apartment. I think that if she only had her own room it would be so much easier to let her cry it out a bit and get through this stage.
The good news is that I have plenty of time to think about this around 3:00 am every morning.
