Hebrew, Night Variations Lallie, Laela, Lilah, Leila, Laila, Lelia, Lailah, Laily, Leyla, Laleh, Laylah, Lila

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Leila

Hebrew, Arabic, Night Variations Laela, Lallie, Leila, Laila, Lailah, Laily, Leyla, Laleh, Laylah

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Layla

Since Wanda was born last fall, I've gotten used to nocturnal children who randomly wake up in the night. In Wanda's case, she usually just needs to eat or be re-binked or cuddled for a few minutes. It's pretty easy, mess-free, un-scary, and she usually goes right back down when her needs have been met

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Things That Go Bump in the Night or Do Your Kids Ever Walk Around the House Like Zombies in Their Sleep?

Hebrew, Arabic, Night Variations Laela, Lallie, Leila, Lailah, Layla, Laily, Leyla, Laleh, Laylah

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Laila

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Jack and Molly were shrieking – awful ear-splitting shouts! We threatened to tell Santa about all the fighting  And threw them in bed without any good nighting. When the children were silent, just barely asleep, When the whole house was still, not even a peep, We put on our kerchiefs, hoped for the best, And crawled into bed for a long winter's rest.

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‘Twas The Night Before Jack and Molly’s Christmas

For the last two years we’ve adopted the tradition of sacrificing our sugary goods to earn the good graces and fabulous gifts of the Halloween Witch . She flies through the night sky two days after Halloween, collecting all treats that have not yet been consumed by the children of the land to add to her sticky, sugary, tooth-destroying stash

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A Note to the Halloween Witch

No matter how much they’ve snarked and quarreled during the day, my kids band together at night, the two of them against the two of us, the two of them against sleep, sanity, and reason.

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Oh, MAN!

My grandmother turned 87 yesterday. In her honor, her five children, their spouses and her siblings turned out for a special birthday lunch. In between the memories of neighborhood streets and first boyfriends and having the Italian prisoners of war over for dinner (apparently my great-grandparents would just check them out of the base for the night, like a movie at Blockbuster) the old people talked about their children and grandchildren, and how different their lives are in this twenty-first century.

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