Little Kai, you are a terrible sleeper — there are no two ways about it.  We have tried everything (I mean it) and while there is some improvement, you still spend the second half of the night in bed with me.  I know that, one day, you won’t need me the way you do now.  So I savour your milky kisses, your chubby wee arms and solid little body, even at 3 a.m.