Of course, it's nasty and awful, but we put up with it, because she's the daughter, therefore we want to get a head start on spoiling her. But today she did something a little different. She woke up at 5:30... at which point she got fed, and then I laid her down between Wes and I, and then we began the usual process of trying to pretend she's not there, and not kicking us, and not smacking us in the face, or eating Wes' nose... and we trick ourselves into believing we can dose off for just a few minutes more. Then she does the unthinkable... she falls back to sleep!
And then something else happens... our three boys who usually get up at 6/6:30, and run into our room and jump on our heads, and then feel it's their duty to act out the song "there were six in the bed and the little one said... roll, over... roll, over"... you get the idea... THEY instead go downstairs, completely by-passing the parents room, and go and play.
(Insert the music to the twilight-zone ...... NOW)
So! Wes and I, by way of these little miracles, slept in until... wait for it... eight o'clock! Wowee... I think the last time we slept in that late was... ummm... well, maybe... hmmm... I got nothing.
Actually, we may have been able to sleep longer than that, but Wes decided to snore really loud at that point, waking us all up, including himself.
Okay... I'm sure you didn't want to just have a post of nothing but our sleeping habits explained to you in great detail... so here's a nice story and picture for you, to make amends.
Guess what happens when your second child decides to give your only daughter a piece of crayola magic paper, while you are being distracted by your first son while he explains the point system of his game club he's inventing.
This is what happens...
Oddly enough, son number three was not involved in this story at all... he was off watching Dora and completely innocent of the whole matter.
Now that IS weird.