Thursday, April 15, 2010
It is the middle of the night. The air is still. I haven't been sleeping intermittently. I heard some commotion in the girls room. Upon investigation I found Mary curled up inside Chloe's bed with her! Poor little Chloe barely had room with Mary's big body in there. I got her into her bed and then thought I better take her potty. When I asked her why she had been in Chloe's play pen she responded, "I was tired." "Yes Mary, but why did you go in the playpen?" I asked. "It seemed a nicer place than up there," she said very seriously. I am still cracking up. I put a fan in our window before coming downstairs. Maybe it's cooled down enough to sleep.