Last night Sariah was having a fussy night, so James ended up laying down with her and sleeping in her bed. She was restless for much of the night. (We found out this morning that she had been coming down with a cold.) She was constantly rolling and kicking, then waking up and fussing at him. "Your leg is in my way!" "I need a drink!" "I'm cold!" "You took my blankie!" and on and on. Finally, she settled down for a couple of hours' sleep.
Then, at about 4:00 am, she woke again, whimpering. James groggily asked her what what she needed.
Her answer: "Sing me a song, Daddy!"
And he did.
Then, at about 4:00 am, she woke again, whimpering. James groggily asked her what what she needed.
Her answer: "Sing me a song, Daddy!"
And he did.
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And you have to feel sorry for them when you can tell they don't feel well. :)