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- Story: A Rude Awakening
ROFLOLPIMP......That was tooo funny. I needed a giggle tonight. Don't even care how
much it hurt to laugh...hehe. Kids are great. Remind me to tell you my "Blue's Clues" story sometime. -- Jalynne - Keeper of the Quilt for ME club list Queen Gypsy (snail mail available upon request) see what i've been up to at www.100megsfree4.com/jalynne See what DH is up to at http://www.teamintraining.org/participant/kinney-162652 "Kathy N-V" wrote in message .com... Like most new parents, we had a baby monitor in DD's bedroom when she was born. It remained in her bedroom until she was about four years old, because we live in an old, old house with horsehair plaster and thick walls, and we wouldn't have heard DD call out to us if she needed us. It didn't take DD very long to realize that if she shouted into her end of the baby monitor, a parent would appear to do her bidding. By the age of two, Saturday and Sunday mornings began way too early, and always with the squawking monitor calling "Mama...Daddeeeee...I'm 'wake...It's morning...I see da sun...Mama...Dadeeee...come gets me! Now" This would repeat endlessly until Bob and I had done "Rock-Paper-Scissors," with the loser having to get up at 5 a.m. to entertain the wee one, while the other got a couple of hours more sleep. To be fair, the loser got to sleep in the next morning. One Saturday morning, I lost the challenge, and had to get up with the little monster. I made her breakfast (Fried chicken - the kid wanted fried chicken for breakfast seven days a week, and not leftovers), turned on the television to some mindless drivel that DD loved, and laid down on the sofa. I was watching DD in front of me, and the screen on the TV was all covered with dancing felt figures, and they started to meld together.....zzzzz AAAAAGH! What the heck was that?! I removed two small fingers from my nostrils. DD stood with her hands on her hips, clearly annoyed. "Mama, you were sleeping, and your snoring was louder than the TV. I plugged up your nose so you couldn't snore" She had pretty much guaranteed that snoring wasn't going to happen ever again. I was shocked out of sleeping while in DD's presence for years! Kathy N-V |
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