At almost five months old Meg has decided that she no longer wants to sleep. She does sleep, of course, but not without giving it her all to avoid it. It's almost like she is afraid she will miss something, and is positive that the moment she is sleeping her Dad and I dance with unicorns and play with her plastic keys. We can tell when she is really, really tired, because she stops blinking, knowing that the minute she shuts her eyes, they will not reopen.
Really, if she wasn't so damn cute I might be worried about what her sleep avoidance will mean in the future. Right now though, I just laugh and enjoy.