Last night I might have made the mistake of starting the book "Wicked, the Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West". I thought it would be a light fun read. Reading even the first chapter it clearly wasn't what I thought it was going to be. It's very dark and well, all about wicked! With visions of a child with green tainted skin, sharp teeth and scary eyes I dozed off. When I halfway woke up at 11:00 to see two dark eyes staring at me I almost freaked. Still in my semi-conscious state I wanted to scream, "Ahhh, it's the witch baby!" Of course it was nothing of the sort. It was my sweet baby Carlee. Last night was her first night out of the crib. Yep, we finally decided to transform her crib into a toddler bed. I wasn't sure how she was going to react to having a little freedom in the night. Lo and behold, she got herself out of bed and was staring at me at 11:00. I grabbed the little cutie for a snuggle in my bed which I immediately regretted. All she did was scratch endlessly on her feet. I snuggled her up, smoothed vaseline on her little toes and put her back to bed. I was awaiting the inevitable second trip out into the night but she stayed in her bed the rest of the night. You'd think that I would have been able to get some decent sleep then right? Nope. Mr. Wayne was in the bed and slapped his hand on my face every two hours. I take back my statement that it's not always bad having him in the bed!
What a little doll!