Friday, January 29, 2010


So last night when it was time to go to bed, me and Madison (who had been following me around all night as I cleaned), couldn't find Trinity. She wasn't in the play room or her room. She wasn't in my room or even Grandma or Popop's room. I was about to go into "Oh my God! Where is my kid?!" panic mode, when I found her. She had built herself an extensive little coccon of pillows and blankets in the corner, and had fallen asleep.

My first instinct was to move her into her bed. But then I reconsidered. This child sleeps like the dead and weighs a good fifty pounds. And she apparently wanted to sleep there in the first place, so I left her where she lay. She was safe and warm, and found her way to her bed by morning.

Lets children sleep where they may

1 comment:

Barbara said...

That's our "sleeper"....the one who can sleep anywhere, anytime, anyhow. You were right; you knew where she was, she was happy, warm and safe. She was just fine where she was and she knew where to find you if the need arose.

Sweet dreams Trinity!