Worst.night.ever. and Day 6 - A Photo of Me as a Kid

Last night, I believed in demon possession. In 17 and a half months, we have not had a night as bad as last night; not even when she wasn't sleeping through the night or when she had a double ear infection over the holidays.

It was 4 am and I'm totally REM-ing. Over the monitor, I hear Waverly whining/crying, but, in typical fashion, I don't run into her room; instead, I give her time to work it out. Much to our dismay, that whining turned into full out screaming, like top-of-her-lungs, I-might-be-dying screaming. I was legitimately mad because I knew she was totally fine. It's called "mommy radar"... you just know. Chandler asked what I thought he should do. I told him "nothing", then proceeded to throw the covers off and, while blindly searching for my glasses, managed to throw them halfway across the room. Seriously. I don't function, mentally or physically, at 4 am. So, blind and PO'd, I follow Chandler into Waverly's room. For at least fifteen minutes, we tried everything: find paci, give her her Bible, I even rocked her and we gave her medicine, just in case. I laid in her in her bed and she laid down quietly as I rubbed her back, thinking she was settled, but as I left the room, she lost her mind.

Call us bad parents, but we just had to turn the monitor off and try to sleep. Thankfully, she settled down. Then. It happened. Again. At 6 am.

Let's just say: It was a terrible night and somehow Chandler, Waverly, and I still love each other very much. Here's to hoping tonight isn't a repeat.

Okay, so Day 6...

Me and my BFF, Ashley

To be honest, all of my baby/kid photos are at my parents' homes and this is one of the few I have here at my house; however, it is interesting that this is the only photo I can find because I've been thinking about Ashley a lot lately. I had a dream about her getting married (no, she's not engaged) and she asked my brother, Jacob, and I to sing at her wedding. HA! Anyway, she was my very first best friend and we spent A LOT of time together back in the day. Her parents were divorced also and I remember spending the night at her mom's house A LOT. She also spent A LOT of time at my house. Unfortunately, her mom and stepdad, who she called Mr. Thompson even after they were married (haha), moved the family to Cincinnati and our play dates were less frequent; although, I recall spending a week (or two?) with her one summer. The last time I saw her in person, she came down to attend my high school graduation, then her mom and stepdad and siblings came to our wedding in 2007. 

I miss her A LOT. I think we would have been lifelong best friends... maybe we are. Maybe if we got together today it would be like we were never apart. I don't know.