At some age after babyhood I liked to sleep in. I think that age was roughly 4 years old. This continued into my teenage years, when my mother would frequently threaten (and sometimes follow through) to throw a cup of cold water on me if I didn’t get out of bed in the next ten seconds. And my dad would tell me, “Wait til you grow up and get a job. Then you won’t be able to sleep in and you’ll start going to bed at a normal hour!”

The sign of a true night owl: after travelling to a timezone 3 hours behind your own you’re STILL be the last awake at midnight and sleeping until 10am. My parents say, “Ummm, shouldn’t you be falling asleep earlier and awake at some crazy morning hour?” Nope, not me.

And apparently not my daughter, either. She is getting ever stronger, and is starting to keep me up at night unless I’m really tired – depending on how she is facing. But then again, other than a few “nap times” during the day when she’s consistently quiet, I’m not really sure when she sleeps… it feels like she’s always kicking me! (Which is a wonderful thing, especially first thing in the morning. When I wake up all I have to do is roll over and then think in my head, “Baabbyyyy. Wake up!” and I immediately get little taps in response.) For example, it is currently 1am local time (4am “normal” time) and she is apparently throwing a party in there. I’m wondering just how many friends she’s invited.

A busy day tomorrow, so perhaps I should try to get some sleep. Even if the little belly-monster doesn’t want to.