I meant to tell this little tale yesterday but I forgot. So anyhow, here it is.
At 1:11am on Wednesday night I hear Emily hollering out for me. No build up of hearing her shuffling around ~ just one almighty shout for me. So, as you do when you have more than one child, I leapt out of bed and dashed across to her room.
M: Whats the matter, baby? Did you have a bad dream?
E: I'm cold, I neeeeeeed the blankie.
So I covered her over and went back to bed. Luckily she didn't wake Ben. But when did my 3 year old daughter need help re-covering herself in the middle of the night???