Well, actually, we all are snoring. I've heard I've got a rather impressive rumble myself. The point is that all this unnecessary and rather inconsiderate moisture has caused our family to be all full of yucky congestion. Including the Katie. I mean, seriously.
Speaking of my crazy baby, I have a funny story. So, last night I had one of the creepiest dreams ever. It had to do with a hangman and cannibals and . . . um, let's stop talking about that.
Anyhow, Katie woke me up from that dream really early this morning, and I was mega mega mega creeped out. So I brought her in bed with me to feed her back to sleep, and I shook Mike awake and was like, "Mike, I had a creepy dream!" And of course, my sweet husband said, "mmm, grumble grumble, don't be scared," and proceeded to sleep some more.
Needless to say, that wasn't particularly comforting. So, I huddled in a ball, trembling in terror at the thought of creepy cannibals coming to eat me. Also, I couldn't put Katie back in her bed for fear that said cannibals would come take my sweet baby.
But there's a problem with that. Remember how I said that Katie likes my bed much better than hers? Well, I've never told you
how she sleeps. See, when I put Katie in her crib, she sleeps pretty soundly and only turns over a couple of times. Unfortunately, when she gets in my bed, her true self comes out . . . Kung Fu Katie! (bwa bwa bwaaaaaaa!)
You guys remember Kung Fu Katie, don't you? From way back before Katie was even born? (Whoa, that was a long time ago.) Well, she's still a rather intimidating force. Especially with her ability to get all snuggly long enough for you to fall asleep, then suddenly simultaneously kick you in the esophagus and squish your head with her 20-pound diaper bum, all while doing her best imitation of a banshee. Rinse and repeat.
So . . . I didn't get very much sleep last night. My own fault? Yes. A rather entertaining story (now that it's daylight)? Also yes.
