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Sweet Dreams

Just some random thoughts...

I was cuddling Little Miss M in bed the other night, waiting for her to go to sleep.  I watched in fascination as she went from
 - flopping around like a fish out of water to
 - waving her arms and legs around like a distressed octopus to
 - checking out what was in-between her toes ("I'm just cleaning in between my toes, mama") to
 - laying there quietly whispering to herself to
 - snoring not-so-softly into dream land.

As I watched this progression into restful sleep, I couldn't help but notice how Little Miss M's eyes (or more specifically, her eyelids) would go from a rapid blink to a slow lazy blink until, eventually, her eyelids did not open again as she finally drifted off to sleep.

This would be in direct contrast to my journey into dreamland where I would shut my eyes first and then flop around like a fish out of water trying to find the most comfortable position and then quietly whisper to myself and then turn on the ipod to listen to the latest podcast before falling asleep (and no, I generally don't check out what's going on in-between my toes during my bedtime routine).

I wonder when I moved from closing my eyes last to closing them first.  And does this reflect moving from "there are so many exciting things going on, I can't bear to close my eyes" to "there are so many things going on, let me just burrow into the covers and forget about it all"?

Anyways, here's a doona cover that I made for Little Miss M's cousin.  Happy 3rd Birthday Chloe!!




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