Leina is asleep.

No big deal, right?

Yeah, except she’s on this major sleep marathon. I mean, I thought I could snooze but this kid is in a class all by herself.

Yesterday, after a three hour morning nap, she fell asleep at 3:30pm. She didn’t get up until 8am this morning. She was awake for all of one hour during which time she was a screaming grump machine so I put her back down. That was at 10am. And she hasn’t made a peep.

I guess this is a good thing. She’s probably just revving up after her long illness but it makes me a bit worried. I mean, she needs to eat, right? And drink? How long can you go without food or water ’cause this kid’s testing the limits.

Kevin and I have given up trying to be quiet. After the first, oh, five hours of sitting quietly on the sofa we reaized that life went on and began running laundry and washing dishes. And through all that racket? Nada. The bambino slept on. And on. And on.

So here’s hoping all this sleep means she’s getting better ’cause this house is miserably lifeless without her terrorizing ways.