Last night Aubrey and I watched Wizard of Oz before bed (do not judge me). We sat together and it was very nice. After the movie she asked if she could bring a toy up. I said yes and I usually QUALIFY - pick one. I did not do that. So Aubrey ended up handing me a parrott and asking me to carry it because, "it is so very heavy mommy". Fine, but then she loaded her arms up with 2 teddy bears and 2 stuffed horses and a small pony. I laughed and told her if she could get that stuff up stairs it was fine with me.
Doug called Aubrey into his office to give him a hug and a kiss. And Doug left the office holding 2 teddy bears and 2 horses. He carried them upstairs for Aubrey - gotta give that girl props for thinking!
Lately Aubrey has been waking up one or two times during the night. She walks to her doorway where there is a latched baby gate. She whispers, "mama" REPEATEDLY. I jump up thinking my big girl daughter probably needs to pee.
But, no. That isn't the issue.
It seems Aubrey can not sleep because the hairs on her new horse are not laying exactly the way they should. Or that the blanket that is covering her is not the blanket she now needs. Or that her zebra that she lost a month ago isn't with her. Or that she decided she doesn't like her pj's and has stripped them off and is cold. At 2:15 am.
So last night at 2:15 am I hear "mama" REPEATEDLY, I jump up. And can you guess what the issue is. But you would be wrong, 'cause it isn't that there are too many animals. It is that her covers are touching her and she doesn't like that specific cover. So I remove the offending cover, I put the approved cover on her. I go to bed.
At 4:45 am I hear "mama" REPEATEDLY, I jump up. And yup, "mama, I can't sleep because these animals are in my way". I toss a HUGE pile of animals (see note above about what she brought and consider that in her bed already was a snuggle puppy, 2 reindeer, a different horse...) on the floor whereby my daughter starts crying because she NEEDS her pony. I pull up a pony, NO not that pony, Chocolate Kiss pony. This is the pony we did not bring up, the one that has to have its hair laying nicely... I tell Aubrey I killed that pony and let the wicked witch of the west give it to her wicked flying monkeys and I go back to bed.
Until my alarm goes off at 5:05.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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Are you thinking that sometimes it would be good if her amagination would take a nap? Ahhh...the things I have to look forward to!
I am laughing, just laughing :-)
Thank you! I'm laughing my ars off!
Oh no! I feel for you, but I did have to laugh. I hope the dead pony isn't haunting her still today :)
OK, so maybe I didn't say the pony was dead but that it was downstairs and maybe I said she could play with it in the morning and she snuggled in and went back to bed...
But ONE DAY I will break down and tell her what I am really thinking. Or not.
I'm sorry, seriously - but at least Regan is using the I miss Daddy excuse to no end. Other than the night we ran errands w/ grandma and then Regan missed her that night.
Geez, I must have been out cold last night:)
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