Bill Belew has raised 2 bi-cultural kids, now 34 and 30. And he and his wife are now parenting a 3rd, Mia, who is 8.
Sometimes I like to climb in bed with them. You know, in the middle of the night, when I am feeling, well, I don’t know what I am feeling as I don’t have enough words for that sort of thing. But I want to get in bed with them anyway.
So, I sing. Real loud, and off key, and in plus eating beets (Editor’s note: pulsating beats, also known as crying, depending on your perspective).
It’s usually mommy who comes to get me but I end up in bed somewhere in the middle so I can decide which of my parents I want to kick off the bed, um, I mean so I won’t fall off the bed.
My daddy says I sleep so soundly that sometimes I sit up, sometimes roll, sometimes spin – like a compass. He says he can pick me up, straighten me out and drop me back down in the pro-Prius (Ed: appropriate) position and I won’t even wake up. Sleeping like a baby…hehehe….
Daddy calls it ‘sleeping with the enemy.’ The enemy of him and mommy trying to get a good night’s sleep.
I can’t tell, because I usually sleep through it.