At least one of us in this house slept this morning...

and that would be 'white b'. Lauren's decision; she laid him down, found her pink pillow and pink blanket and proceeded to "snug him in". Unfortunately the rest of us weren't as lucky...


The Hubster and I were very soundly sleeping this morning. We were snuggling, all cozy and life was grand. And then I heard what sounded like a cry. As most mom's know, you can hear your child's cry even while you are in the deepest of sleep. And that's what happened this morning. So I listened a little more closely, and this time I hear sobs. Lauren sobbing. Surely she's had a bad dream, or she has a dirty diaper, or she isn't feeling well, or she thinks a monster is hiding in her closet.

As I drowsily lift the covers off of my very sleep body, I hear the cat door on her bedroom door open, and she wails,

"I am wearing blue jammies!!! I wannnnnnnnt pink jammies!!!!!!"

Seriously.

I looked at the clock. It was 4 am. Looking back, it probably would have been a wise decision to simply trudge my body outta bed and put some friggin' pink pj's on. But noooo, I didn't want to give in to such a ridiculous plea, and so there the Hubster and I lay, completely awake for the next 2.5 hours, listening to moans regarding the inhumanity of blue pajamas.