Since Alexa has had the bumpers off of her crib, she has been having a little problem at night keeping her pacis. She doesn't realize it, but when she's sleeping she throws them on the floor. The phrase 'active sleeper' just doesn't even begin to describe her. You have to see it to believe it. So, on to my story:
I got up for work one morning and everything seemed to be how it should be. After showering and getting dressed, I was in the kitchen making my oatmeal when I heard a whimpering noise. It sounded just like Wolfie. Wait. I think I should first tell you that about two days before this happened I swear I saw Wolfie in my family room. Alexa and I were playing in her room and when I looked out her door I know I saw him walk by the couches. At first I assumed I was crazy, that it must have been one of the girls but then I realized that both girls were sitting right next to me. This is not even the crazy that I'm going to talk about, either. I swear that I see people all the time. Like the ghost at Dance Explosion (that many people have seen) who I know is my grandpa Nettina. Oh and another time, when I was vacuming, I was positive that I saw grandpa Natwick sitting on my couch. And the obvious time when grandma Natwick stopped by on her way to heaven to tell me about her chair. Are you telling me that it is a coincidence that I woke up at the exact time she passed and could think of nothing else but that chair? OK, I'm getting off track. Anyway, so it's 5:30 in the morning and I hear a whimpering noise. First, I dismiss it, thinking that I'm hearing something from the microwave or something outside. Then it happens again. And again. And again. Enough times that now I know I am hearing something and that it is in the house. Oh yeah, and it sounds EXACTLY like how Wolfie used to whimper. Do I think that I have a small child in the other room? No, of course not. I immediately jump to the conclusion that my dog has come down from doggie heaven to say hello. Trying to be sane, I turned on the lights in my room to check on the girls and make sure it wasn't them (Nick was sleeping in the guest bedroom that night - with the monitor. But that's a whole other story that will take up much too much time). So anyway, I turn on the lights and Glynnis and Minnie are passed out sleeping. I'm pretty sure Minnie was snoring, and I'm positive that neither of them were whimpering. 'Great', I think, now I'm just one step closer to crazy. So what do I do? I go back out to the kitchen/family room and I'm sneaking around whispering Wolfie's name. And then I hear it again. Now I'm sure I'm crazy. Thoughts of schitzophrenia are running through my head. Here's the crazy girl who doesn't hear voices. Oh no, she hears her deceased dog crying for her. I decide that I need to go wake up Nick because he needs to have me admitted somewhere, he needs to take me to the crazy house and OH MY GOD, why won't that dog stop crying?!?! It is at this point, when I am about five steps away from the guest room door, that I remember that I have a child. I walk up to Alexa's door and slowly creep inside her room to find her sitting up, kind of slumped in the corner of her crib. She looked at me, made her little Wolfie-like whimper and I silently said a small prayer of thanks for the last bit of my sanity. Apparently, I'm not quite as crazy as I once thought. When I walked up to Alexa and asked if she was ok, she nodded yes. And then in a completely big girl and whimper free voice she said "paci fall on floor".
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