Last night I had a dream. And in that dream, I was flying. This isn’t really anything new. I have many dreams in which I can fly. But, almost always, I’m flying away from some sort of danger. The only reason I fly in dreams is to get away. But not this time. Lots of events led up to part where I was flying. I was walking around what looked like a designer store with army and navy prices. Despite the low prices, I couldn’t really find anything I liked, until I started to walk out the front door and noticed over in the corner a pile of things that were free for the taking. In that pile was a handmade doll-bed that looked a little more contemporary than the one my father made me (and sits in Cosi’s room holding her toys). The most fascinating thing about this doll-bed, though, was that it had the same dark blue with light flowers mattress as the doll-bed that I’ve had since I was such a young little girl. How perfect, I thought, that Cosi and I would have the same mattress in our respective doll-beds.
I went over to the counter to make sure that the bed was, in fact, free. I decided on my way to the counter that I would pay up to 25 dollars, but as I walked up and asked, no one would pay attention to my question. It was as if I wasn’t there at all. So I ran back over to the pile, picked up the doll-bed and walked out the door.
As soon as I walked out the door, I saw John with a little boy and they were holding eggs in their hands. They were talking and making a plan of attack. Their intentions were to throw the eggs at a second story window in building from which I had emerged. At first, I was horrified – knowing full well they would get in trouble if they continued. Then, somehow, I knew it was okay. Somehow, I knew that the person standing behind that window wanted eggs thrown at him. And I realized they were not attacking, but simply obliging. I sat down my doll-bed and grabbed an egg. Throwing that egg at that window was such a satisfying act!
I think at this time, I was awoken by something. The next thing I remember is looking out the window of a very tall building. I saw John and the little boy walking far away from the egg-covered building. I looked down to the spot where they were and (EGADS) saw my doll-bed sitting there. I had forgotten it when I sat it down to throw the egg.
I opened the window and jumped out. I guess I figured the fastest way to get to my doll-bed was to fly. I am such an accomplished dream-flyer, that it surprised me that I had to work at swimming through the air. My eyes were focused on the doll-bed, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little girl with golden curls pass horizontically in front of me in flight. I recognized her and smiled. Then I saw her mom flying towards her. I looked down to the left of my doll-bed and behind some shrubs and I saw people square-dancing.
And in my heart, I knew I was in heaven. Where my daughter and I have matching mattresses for doll-beds, and eggs thrown at windows are requested, and square-dancing happens all the time.

Six months ago, we had to let Cosi fall asleep while crying. It was the only way it would work. Or we didn’t know any better. Anyhow, it worked, so we did it.
Three months ago, we discovered that if John held her and rocked her before putting her in her crib, she didn’t cry. She would normally lay there for a few minutes and then fall right asleep. And she would sleep for gloriously long amounts of time. Sometimes she would wake up at 4 in the morning and John would find her pacifier for her, stick it in and back to sleep she would go.
Now, oh. Now. She goes to sleep when John puts her down. And she stays asleep for maybe 1 hour. 1 hour, people. Then, the next two hours are spent trying to get her to calm down. But most of the time, she still stays asleep. But oh, how frustrating those two hours are.
Last night, John went to see a movie with a friend and I was (intermittently) watching some tv. Or was it watching tv and intermittently crying in frustration.
And I know it’ll be over soon and I’ll sit back and think: Hey – Remember that crazy time when Cosi was 9 months old but was totally acting like a newborn. Good times, eh?