"Daddy...where is my blankie?" were the words that came doddering out of Raegan's mouth to wake me up Sunday night or should I say M0nday monring. Wrestling to see what was happening, I glanced at the time: 2 am on the nose. After tripping over the dog I scooped up Raegan and explained to her that it was still night time and she needed to go back to bed. I was the hero for finding her blanket safely on the floor. After some negotiation, she was asleep like nothing happened.
Then came Monday night. Once again, Raegan's biological clock decided that 2 am was a good time to come and bother daddy so why not do it again. "Daddy... I want a snack" is what bellowed from her gravely voice. This time I gave the command in my most authoratative voice I could muster at such an hour to return to bed. This was followed by a loud and defiant "NO DADDY" and mixed in some sobbing and whining. I whisked her back to bed and five minutes later she reappeared..like a Ninja stalking her prey.
Sensing I was growing tired of doing this 2 nights in a row Molly volunteered to replace our daughter in her bed. Whatever Molly did worked and she remained there until this morning. I am guessing she used duct tape.
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