Since everyone is sick-o around here, I’ve noticed that not everyone is sleeping where they are supposed to.  Daddy’s been quarantined to the basement with his yucky throat and fever, Momma’s been known to take a snooze in Big Sis’s bed, and Morgan has been sleeping in Mommy’s bed!  How come I’m still stuck in this crummy crib?  I want to play musical beds with everyone, too!

Another observation I’ve noted is this:  Momma doesn’t seem very happy to be seeing me EVERY night between the hours of one and three.  Her eyes are even more dark and more puffy then usual.  I have to tell ya’ Momma, it’s not a good look for you, but I’m always so happy to see you during our two hour chat sessions in the middle of the night. 

Mommy Mental Note:  With the Daddy out of commission, it’s been a little trying on the Momma.  I’m thinking I might just check myself into some sort of metal rehab center to just get a vacation!  They’ve got good drugs there, right?