Around the time Kaylee was born, I just wasn’t sleeping comfortably, and thought of our friend Alex’s super comfortable bed which had a feather mattress on it. I told Greg I wanted one. His reaction was kind of ‘whatever.’ So we settled on a layer of memory foam that seemed to fit our needs.

Since then, Greg disappears into a different world every night. There is no waking him. Here are some things he has slept through:

Kaylee crying.

Sookie barking.

Sookie coming into the bed with us for a few weeks because I was trying to avoid Sookie barking and waking the baby.

Sookie bringing her treats into bed and burying them under a sleeping Greg to save for later.

Sookie bouncing onto Greg and licking his face, arm, etc, every time she got into bed with us because she is excited to be there.

Sookie getting untrained from coming into the bed where I let her bark for an hour one night, but held fast and didn’t let her in anymore.

That subsequent week where Sookie barked and whined every night because I was trying to untrain her.

Sookie getting mad and scratching at Greg and the bed.

And here’s the true testament to the magical powers of the memory foam. This morning, Greg slept through an EARTHQUAKE, and Sookie barking because of it.

Greg has a convenient excuse now of the memory foam. He’ll hear about things from me the next morning, and he’ll say, “Really? Memory foam.” One morning, he dug a treat out from under him and groggily asked, “Where did this come from?” I’ve told him that someday, I’m going to start making up stories and placing random objects in bed, and he would be none the wiser.