Teddy Bears

Wednesday night this little champ slept just over FIVE hours before waking up to eat and then going back to sleep. It was incredible.

It had the potential to be the best night of sleep of my life (or at least in the last week and a half).

Unfortunately, Kiwi had a little incident around 10 pm that left her favorite teddy bear in need of a bath. After stripping down her bed and putting her back to sleep, we threw in a load of wash into the washer containing sheets, p.j.'s and teddy bear. She went back to sleep and by 11 p.m. we had little baby boy to sleep and the house was quiet.

Nobody could keep their tired eyes open long enough to stay up and put the load into the dryer.

Fast forward to 2 a.m. and we have a two year old absolutely distraught because she woke up without her "grey teddy" (he's not really grey, but that's what she calls him). After blearily walking downstairs and changing the wash, we then listened to her call and cry for grey teddy until Mike got him out of the dryer. She then promptly went back to sleep (in the morning when telling the story she said, "And then Daddy gave me grey teddy and then I was happy." )

Luckily, about a year and half ago when Kiwi started becoming extremely attached to this bear, I had the for sight to purchase an identical bear.

But after living very different lives (one snuggled and chewed on and dragged everywhere and one hanging out in the stuffed animal bin and occasionally on big brother's bed) these two former twins look nothing alike.

And who would want a fluffy, plump teddy with a bow when they could have a limp grey teddy?

Certainly not this little girl.