Mommy and Daddy have done a lot for me recently, and with me being in the giving mood, I decided to give them a nice little gift.
Tonight, I slept for nine hours.
Not five hours, wake up, then four hours. Or six hours, then cry, then eat, then sleep another three.
I slept for nine straight hours.
Mommy and Daddy tried to figure out exactly what they did right that caused me to be their "perfect angel". But, truth be told, it had nothing to do with them. It was all because I had an amazing dream, and this time, I saw the whole thing through.
You see, I was a giant among all my teddy bear animals, and in my kingdom, they looked at me to protect them. And I did. I was their friend. I threw a party for all of them where we all sat down and just watched the mobile go round and round. Then I picked up a football and threw a perfect touchdown pass to a furry elephant at the end of the crib. Then my animal friends made a huge pacifier as a gift for me for being so awesome, and I picked it up and put into my mouth.
Seriously, that was my dream. And you must be thinking, what kind of a dream was that? There's no story there. There's no tension, no drama.
Yep. No drama, no disruptions.
Sometimes, it's just that easy.
I bet anything that Mommy and Daddy do everything the same way tonight as they did last night. 8 ounces of formula. Two quick naps. Hit the bed at 9.
Why does it have to be about them?
Respect the dream.
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