Here's an image that we just don't see enough of around here, Ethan is actually sleeping. Oh, and Neko is testing the limits as to what he can get away with, not only by sleeping on my pillow, but by also risking the chance of waking Ethan.
Most people who know us realize that Ethan is a poor sleeper, but few know just how severe the problem has been, or how my sanity continues to precariously hang on by a thread. Many a time I've said "It's a good thing he's cute", and the scary thing is that I meant it.
I'm going to be honest with myself here. The real reason that I am unable to even consider giving birth to another child is because by the time I get this one to sleep I am going to need a few years of sleep rehab. I fear that I've trained my body to have a sleep disorder and that it could take years to get back to where I once was.
I wasted a great deal of prenatal time reading a whole slew of books on how to have the "happiest baby on the block" or how happy baby's have healthy sleep habits, but Ethan has given the middle finger and then some to any and all theories or strategies.
Wouldn't you think that being DEAF would lend itself to sweet sleep action?