Sometimes I feel that children are most lovable when they are sleeping. So quiet and cute. I am blogging in peace right now because my two daughters are sleeping like angels in the next room. They sleep all over the bed, sometimes imitating each other's postures - both curved like C-s, or lying like I-s on their tummies, sometimes moving around till they form a T or an L or a V. On more acrobatic nights they might form a P or a D. The only letter I fear is X, which means that one has got up on top of the other, which is usually followed by a muffled cry and one of them waking up (and obviously me, too). It is X-tremely tiresome to be woken up in the middle of the night to untangle them from each other (and from the jumbled-up bedclothes) and restore order in the alphabet-soup.