OVERHEARD....and another post today.

Kaia and Blake stayed home from school today. For no reason at all. Arrest me. I don't care. Actually Kaia has been fighting a cold for three weeks now and has horrible pressure between the ears. She cried last night while trying to go to sleep. Blake has been asking for a day off for awhile now and I thought....Wednesday, half day, why not. I even surprised them and let them sleep in.

Speaking of sleep....we have had two weird nights of sleep. I usually fall asleep on the couch in the evenings while Dave watches whatever shows he watches after mine are over at 10:00 p.m. We stay out in the family room until 11:00 or so...me sleeping...him watching. Well the last two nights we both haven't quite made it to bed. Last night being the worst. I decided at 10:30 I was going to bed since the night before we slept in clothes with lights on and T.V. until 3:30 am in the family room. But last night, Dave pulled an all-nighter sleeping on the couch fully dressed with lights on (and I even left our bedroom light dimmed for when he decided to come to bed). At 5:00 a.m he walked down the hall, turned off all the lights, took of his clothes and crawled into bed. I said, "Really...you are going to go through all this work, when your alarm is going off in 1 hour?" He laughed and said yes, and proceeded to snore in my ear for the next hour! I texted Dave today and asked him if we would please sleep WITH me tonight in our own bed with all the lights off. He texted back..."that would be nice." I didn't mention to him that I got the all "free and clear" from the vag doctor today that all looked well. {And yes, I did just say vag....I'm feeling spunky today...forgive me.}

But back to what I just overheard while my children were running around the couch chasing each other like wild indians...

Blake to Kaia....."Are your speed bumps getting bigger?"

Nothing like a little brother annoying and embarrassing the bigger sister! We all ended up roaring in laughter and shocked that Blake knew to call them "speed bumps"!

By the time I finished writing and fancifying this post....one is on the floor crying and the other yelling. Why does fun always end up with one hurt or crying?