More Random Thoughts: Insomniac Edition

I’ve been crazy busy for the last couple of weeks, which means that I haven’t had time to think enough to develop a real blog post. It doesn’t help that Baguette has had several bad nights of sleep.

Apparently tonight it’s my turn. Sigh. So here are some things that are running through my head.

  • Remember how Idiocracy was so controversial just before it came out, and there were stories about how it was being borderline banned? I’ve always felt that it had a point, and some funny bits, but the real problem is that it’s just not a very good movie.
  • In related news, I used to think that Luke Wilson was the good-looking one and Owen Wilson was the smart one, but now I think I might have had it backward. Except that I don’t think Owen Wilson is that good-looking.
  • I know that I saw a recipe for hash brown breakfast casserole that had the hash browns on top, instead of what looks like way too much cheese. But now I cannot find that recipe anywhere. Maybe it was in a magazine and not online. This is much more frustrating than it ought to be.
  • I really need to start making meal plans, and I should base them on what’s in the freezer. This makes sense, right? Particularly since we have a totally full chest freezer in the garage?
  • Somehow I wound up with an Orvis catalog. Not even the models look happy to be wearing the clothing.

Okay, thanks for letting me get that off my chest. I think I might be able to sleep now. Whew!

Apropos of nothing, here's a picture of Baguette playing with gravel.
Apropos of nothing, here’s a picture of Baguette playing with some gravel.

Baby’s First Pillow Fort

Last night was another one of those nights when Baguette woke up at 2 a.m. or so and didn’t really go back to sleep. I brought her out to the couch and we snuggled; she eventually did fall back asleep. But since I needed to get up, I packed pillows around her so she wouldn’t fall out.

Baby's First Pillow Fort

So this is Baby’s First Pillow Fort, and she doesn’t even know it.

I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead

So one of the blogs I follow is titled Sleeping Should Be Easy. And you’d think, wouldn’t you?

But apparently not.

As I’ve written, Baguette is not a fan of sleep. She is a master at finding ways to keep herself awake, even when she’s clearly exhausted. And then there are nights when she does a decent job of going to sleep, but for some reason wakes up–awake!–at 2 or 3 in the morning.

Last night was one of those nights.

Baguette kept punching and climbing on Mr. Sandwich in her sleep, so I kept pulling her back to me and holding her. Eventually, I think she settled down.

Then, at about 2, she woke up and wanted to talk. I tried hushing her, and she’d settle down, and then she’d rev back up. So, finally, I said, “Do you want to go in the living room with Mommy?”

She said, “Yes!” slid off the bed, ordered, “Come on, Wicket!” (the dog’s bed is in the corner) and waited for me to get up.

Thankfully, she didn’t want to watch TV. No, she wanted to lie down on the couch and snuggle with me under a blanket.

Yes, that is exactly what we’d been doing in bed. Where it was warmer.

Wicket, meanwhile, came out but did not want to stay in her other bed, which sits just above the couch. (Mr. Sandwich built a platform for it, it doesn’t just hover there–although that would be cool.) No, she wanted to come down and sleep on the same couch cushion that Baguette and I were using for a pillow.

This is why we don’t let the dog on the bed.

Wicket

True Love, or the Little Things

We’re going out to dinner (probably our last splurgy one for quite some time) at the Valley Inn and coming home to watch “Up” on DVD. But really, that’s nothing.

So what’s everything? Simple: all the little things that really matter. Without the little things, the big things are just empty gestures.

In the wee hours of Friday morning, I had a bout of insomnia and wound up at the computer for an hour. By the time I got back to bed, my feet were freezing. Without a word, and without (I think) even completely waking up, Mr. Sandwich slid his warm feet over to mine. You see, he knows I can’t sleep with cold feet.

Everyone should get to marry someone like Mr. Sandwich.

Happy 6th Anniversary, Sweetheart.