my sleeping child

When Sage was a tiny baby, Dean and I would sometimes have her sleep with us in our little double bed. I would curl my body around her, one arm thrown across her sleeping form to keep her from being crushed by her father, a notorious night tosser and turner. But all those nights, Dean would just go to sleep on his side and not move. Not an inch, nary a centimeter the whole night long; it was amazing. Even in his sleep, he knew to watch out for our daughter.

These days, of course, she's a big little girl. And even in our now-queen-sized bed, she's the one most likely to push everyone else off-- intentionally, at that! She'll just shove her mother or father off the side of the bed, then turn to the other parent and cry out, with a look of wide-eyed consternation, "Oh, no! Let's help!". Then she reaches over to 'pull' Daddy or Mommy back into bed... only to start pushing and shoving once more at the earliest opportunity.

The little drama queen.