I check my friends blogs frequently. Many have funny things- ya know life with kids and such...
anyway had to share this. ---Hope you don't mind J.
Late Night Conversations with MyselfUsually sometime during the night Grant moves from his bed into the bed with Steve and I. I was awakened at about 5 am because Anna moved into bed next to me. While this was unusual, it's not unheard of. At that point I realized that Grant wasn't in bed with me. Feeling concerned I got out of bed and checked on him. He was sleeping peacefully. When I got back into bed I thought that perhaps he wasn't sleeping but had in fact died and just looked like he was sleeping. I was then faced with the choice of verifying whether he was alive or not. However, I realized that if I checked if he was alive or not I would probably wake him, and he'd end up in bed with us. I also realized that if he was in fact dead there probably wasn't anything I could do about and possibly I should just get some sleep. Shortly thereafter, he awoke and did get in bed with us. I'm not sure what the moral of this story is. During my waking hours I think I would certainly verify his state of aliveness. Obviously, I'm not so gung ho in the middle of the night.