These two seem so intense in their little dance but that's sort of how this past week has gone. Bring on the weekend! I'm ready!
“Here is my secret … : It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” ~The Little Prince

the only thing they can talk about is all the things that their friends got from you for Christmas that they did not get. Apparently, the HOT item this year was the Wii and for some reason, you did not give my children one. Also, every child has their own new cell phone and ipod. And once again, my children got jipped! Were they not good enough this year? Did you just run out? Can you help me out here? I need some answers!
I have 2 children who have bad dreams quite regularly. Almost every night!(not at the same time though) They will come into my room crying and scared and tell me they had a bad dream again. My response is "Go get a drink, go to the bathroom and say your prayers. If that doesn't work come back and get in bed with me." Sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't.
being chased by Indians who wanted to steal all us kids from our family (I have nothing against Indian people, they were just so wild and scarey in my dreams) or climbing the black pipe in the basement that went to the toilet upstairs and then falling and falling and falling...and waking up before I hit the bare cement floor. I would go into my mom's room and she would say basically the same thing to me, "Get a drink, go to the bathroom, and say your prayers." Only she wouldn't let me sleep with her so I spent many nights sleeping on the floor next to her bed on the fuzzy animal skin-looking rug. I finally decided that I was getting too old to go to my mom's bed each night when I had a bad dream so I came up with a plan...If I kept my feet covered at night then I wouldn't have bad dreams. I know, it sounds nutty, but it worked! Even today, I am obsessed with
having my feet covered with blankets at nights no matter what the temperature is because then I don't have bad dreams.
K was talking to Hubby last night while we were in bed trying to go to sleep. She was rubbing his back and telling him all about her day. After a while, Hubby stopped commenting and started snoring. K says, "Daddy, are you awake?"...No response..."Daddy! Are. You. Awake?"...No response....She starts shaking him and yelling,"DADDY, ARE YOU AWAKE?"...Hubby rolls over and mumbles a "Uh-huh". K starts to giggle and says, "Oh, cuz I foughts you was asleep"....Hubby mumbles "I was"...K says "But Daddy, I was talking to you."



