Don't worry, they'll be back

Reilly has been very interested and active in the different stages of sleep lately—and not just the going to sleep part, of which she is still the master manipulator/delayer/pain-in-the-asser, but also the dreams that come with sleep.

The other night Shawn sang to Reilly a song that her grandmother used to sing to her:

Now run along home
And hop into bed
Say your prayers
And cover your head.

The very last thing
That I’ll say to you:
You dream of me
And I’ll dream of you.

To this, Reilly said, “I’ll dream of you, mommy.”

In the morning, when Reilly trudged sleepy-eyed into our room, the first thing she said was, “My dreams are gone, mommy.”