"Sleeping is the highest accomplishment of genius."

Soren Kierkegaard said it, and if he is correct, Ella-Anne is going to be the next Einstein.  With the help of the miracle blanket, of course.

Let's take a look at the tale of the tape:

Wednesday night, October 7 (last night):  To bed at 9 p.m., awake at 7:45 a.m. (10+ hours)
Tuesday night, October 6:  To bed at 9:30 p.m., awake at 7:00 a.m. (9.5 hours)
Monday night, October 5:  To bed at 9:00 p.m., awake after 7:00 a.m. (10+ hours)
Sunday night, October 4:  To bed at 9:45 p.m., awake at almost 8:00 a.m. (10+ hours)

This is a very good thing.  It is keeping her Daddy, aged though he is, sufficiently sane that he can hold down a job and be a generally cheerful parent. 

I know, I know.  We've been very lucky.  Alex was a sleeper.  Ella-Anne is a sleeper.  We haven't had the drama of colic, or fighting sleep, or general fussiness that some of our fellow enlistees in the Parent Army have had.  We're just grateful, not bragging. 

We're off to Kansas this weekend for Jane's 20th college reunion (she graduated at age 9, by the way -- just check her current photos) and some Nana, Papa, aunt, uncle, and cousin time.  More from the road.

Life is a Driveway

And, with apologies to Tom Cochrane, Alex wants to ride it all night long.  (To the point that she has awakened in the middle of the night the last two nights, crying in her sleep, "I want to go to the driveway!")