Blankets

The first few months we lived her the girls were sleeping so well they lured us into a false sense of security.  I don't know if the move was overstimulating for their little brains or it was the mile-high mountain air, but we were getting an amazing amount of sleep.  So much so that I started to actually think clearly and wasn't walking around like a zombie most day.  I believe those days have come to an end.

It started with Amanda's cough, and then Andy's, and then fevers and just snow balled.  Everybody is sleeping well again, meaning we're not all kept up by coughing at night, but the girls are still finding ways to wake us up most nights.  For example, last night I woke up from a deep sleep.  I looked next to the bed, nothing there.  I rolled over and look at Charlie's side of the bed.  Sure enough, Sarah was standing there.  I'm not sure if I heard her say something and that woke me up or if it was just the presence of someone staring at you.  I asked her what she needed.  Water.  Her sippy cup was empty.  Why, at six years old, she can't fill her own sippy cup in the middle of the night and she has to wake up one of us to do it is beyond me.  But she does.

That wasn't normal, though.  Sarah does wake us up for stupid things 1-2 times a week, but it's Amanda who wins the award for the most annoying and useless wake up calls.  She probably does it 3-4 times a week, and it's always the same thing.  She'll yell out for one of us to come in her room and we'll rush in there so she shuts up and doesn't wake the other two only to find out that she wants us to put her blankets back on her.  That's all, she needs her blankets on.

I know she can do it herself, tiny little arms and all, because I've seen her do it.  Reach down, pull them up, roll over and go to sleep.  But she doesn't want to do it, she wants us to do it.  On top of that, she sleeps with anywhere from 4-6 blankets a night, and she wants them in a certain order.  I'll come into her room at 2:30 a.m. and she'll tell me "I need my blankets on".  However she doesn't just want you to pull them up and go back to sleep.  I've had this conversation more than once in my delirious, over-tired state:

Amanda:  I need my blankets on.

Me:  You can't do this yourself?  (no answer)

Amanda:  The peek one laa (rhymes with bad)!

Me:  Huh, what did you say?

Amanda:  The peek one laa!!

Me:  What?  I still don't know what you are saying.

Amanda:  THE PEEK ONE LAA!!!

Me:  The pink one last?  Seriously?  Does it really matter?


Apparently it does.  We've been humoring her for the last few weeks.  It's easier and quieter to just do it and go back to sleep then try to get her to do it herself, kind of like all that crap we used to do with her in the middle of the night when she wanted us to rock her to sleep.  Same story, different year.  But we're starting to lose it, and it's not just me it's Charlie too.  I'm not sure how it's going to change, but whatever we do it's going to be painful.  For us, for her and for the other two kids.

I wonder if they make Snuggies in her size?