At 3:38 am this morning I was awakened by the strangest sound..
I lay there, still in a stupor, trying to figure out who in the world was laughing, chuckling, giggling, and chattering in the middle of the night. When I heard the word "babydoll" I knew it was BittE but assumed I'd probably find her big brother/roommate had climed up into her bed and was entertaining her.
She was just sitting there, giggling to herself and playing with her dolly in the dim moonlight that was filtering through the blinds.
I got her a cup of milk and put her back to bed.
This morning she slept in. Late.
Wolfman and I were up at 6:30 taking care of business. We sent kids off, had breakfast, did laundry and dishes, and watched a movie. Around 9:30 am, I decided to go back to bed. My feet were cold. Seriously, it was only about 65 degrees this morning and I was chilly. So, we moved the party into my bedroom, I put on Winnie the Pooh and snuggled back under my down comforter.
We finished Pooh to the Rescue and had moved on to The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, when BittE finally woke up. Since my feet were still cold, I got her, a cup of milk and sugar, a couple of peanut butter and honey sandwiches, then we all headed back to bed. The problem came when there was only enough milk for half a cup. Since BittE hadn't had any yet this morning, I gave it to her. Wolfman cried! "Wah, Wah, I want some milk and sugar!" (He really says Wah, Wah - I think he got it off Noggin.) But when he thought I was asleep, he asked her "Do you think I should have your milk and sugar?" Then I heard sipping. I said, "Hey, are you drinking her Milk and Sugar!?!" Pause. "Not anymore." LOL!