Sweet dreams

I LOVE it when my children are sleeping. No, it is not just the peace and quiet (which I do enjoy) it is being able to peek at them, peaceful, all innocence, it just blesses me. When they are napping, or at night before I go to bed, I just cannot help myself, I have to catch a glimpse and have my breath taken away once again. I am never disappointed.

Yesterday at nap time, Bryttain was being a little monkey. She was in and out and up and down, long before the other two had crashed. I myself was desperately tired (once again due to Miss Bryttain who continues to insist on waking up EVERY night around 12-1am, since the forced departure of her dummy/pacifier) so I suggested she lay down with me and cuddle. That lasted all of five minutes. She informed me that she wanted to go back to her bed, then a few minutes later asked if she could sleep in her room on her dog. I was approaching la-la land by that point and told her groggily that was fine.

It was about ten minutes later that it registered what she had asked and that it was finally quiet, so I forced myself to go and investigate. There, lying in the middle of the kitchen floor, fast asleep was my precious girl, who had finally crashed. She was indeed on top of the kids' huge dog with a blanket.

It was too cute, and ridiculous all at once. I have no clue how she comes up with these ideas.

Oh hi doggy! Please forgive me for all the times I have wanted to get rid of you
because you are so big. You were made for such a time as this!