A Snoozer

Whenever we meet up for play dates with Owen's friend, Myah, he is asleep. He has slept through almost every play date in three months, including the time Myah cried and fussed from a fever. Owen fell asleep to Myah wailing. The last time we saw Myah, her mother leaned over to pat Owen's head and remarked, "Nice to see you sleeping again, Owen." Because of course, there he was, passed out on my chest.

He has quite the reputation. I felt a little defense, like responding, "He doesn't sleep ALL the time." However, he has slept through a baby-naming ceremony, and dinner parties, and sports bars, and a Tom Petty concert...

And today, he slept through our trip to the pool. Ok, actually, he was awake at the beginning of the outing. It was after he'd been in the pool for 20 minutes that he fell fast asleep, mouth open, in my arms, half-submerged in chlorinated pool water. Owen had no problem sleeping through 50 summer camp kids splashing and screaming and doing cannonballs into the pool. This story makes it sound like Owen sleeps all the time, but let me be clear: he doesn't sleep all the time. Just during the important parts.

Dave and I had a next-door neighbor/friend in Colorado who claimed she had never seen a movie all the way through. Yeah, right, we thought, until we watched every movie for a year at her house because we didn't have a TV. She hardly got through the credits, and it didn't matter what kind of movie it was: action, comedy, silent, art... she slept through them all. I wonder if Owen will be the same kind of person, except sleeping through swim lessons?