I think I should mention that when we traveled to visit with family, we were all pushed to our limits (hence the clashing-of-basketballs-and-heads saga). All five cousins slept together in an open room, so we reluctantly gave up on enforcing a reasonable bedtime. One wall in their 'bedroom' was comprised of a lovely, huge, sunlight-entering window. Did you ever hear the saying: "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise"? Well, if that is the case, then I guess: "Late to bed, early to rise, makes an entire family... cranky as crap."
These 'vacations' were those special times when Jordan was so sleep deprived that she was basically delirious, and collapsed on her own. Remember, she almost never took naps or fell asleep. Waking her up at this age was, quite honestly, frightening. It was as if she entered into another world, one that was filled with frantic, anger-filled emotions. During these times it was as if she wasn't even our Jordan. During this short time span, she was unreachable. Watching Adam attempt to carry this big, angry, almost-nine-year-old girl down the stairs was sometimes surreal, not to mention nerve-wracking and precarious.
What was also surreal was witnessing how she would manage to get herself together enough, so that we were almost never late to wherever we needed to be. No one would have believed it, unless they were witness to it. Unfortunately, many times, these incidents left little time for her to eat. Great. A hungry Jordan isn't much easier than a tired Jordan.
Please be patient. The next entry will consist only of excerpts from my journal showing how much I gushed over Jordan. That happened a lot too.