When I was a little girl and would have bad dreams, I would carefully make my way over the sea of alligators that covered my floor and ask my Mom if I could get in bed with her. She always let me snuggle in... sleepily murmering "it's ok honey, go back to sleep and dream about angels and sweet things..." These are the things you carry over to parenthood.

So now when Isabelle wakes from nap or in the morning I always ask her "How was your nap? Did you dream about angels and sweet things?" Usually she doesn't really say anything about what she dreamt about; she's usually more interested in snack.

Lately she's been having bad dreams and waking up at night, and last night she had a particularly restless night. I think John went to check her a couple more times than ususal. This morning when I got up with her, I said " Good morning Isabelle. Did you have bad dreams last night? What did you dream about?" She looked at me sweetly as we snuggled up with her cup of warm milk and said "Angels..."

Almost nothin' sweeter than that...