Thursday, May 20, 2010
Oh, What A Night
Grace woke up right as we were heading to bed last night. And not "Oh, hey guys, I'm up, and I'd like to coo." It was "HEEEEEEEEEY, I'M BEING MAULED TO DEATH BY A PIT BULL. COME! GET! ME! NOW! OR ELSE I'LL DO IT. I'll WAKE HER."
So, we oblige. Because we're scared to death of our own daughter. Claire, that is. Scared to death she'll wake up and not be able to fall back asleep. That's sorta her shtick.
We spend the next 30-45 minutes trying to figure out what is paining Grace, with no luck. And finally decide to lay her back down.
That worked. For about 90 minutes. Then she woke up screaming again. This time it was a Rottweiler.
Another 30 minutes of patting, shushing and we're all back in our beds, drifting off to sleep. We wake up a couple more times during the night, and then for good at 6:45 a.m.
We eat. We sing. We yawn. Back to bed for all three of us. Grace fell asleep. I laid down. And the heavens opened up and smiled down at me ... Claire fell asleep. All on her own.
For the first time in a very long time, the girls are both sleeping and I have about an hour before I need to get started on my day. I think I'll take a nap.
It was about 20 minutes later, I was just easing into sleep, curled in my blankets, listening to the rain on the roof.
This time it was a German Shepherd.