Keeners' New Blog!!

Okay, yes, it really is 4:14 a.m. But here's the story...

I was sleeping soundly when I heard the door to the boys' room opening (it's got a little bit of a creak to it. Actually as Drew would say, it's a "big bit"), but then heard no little footsteps out into the hallway. I decided to get out of bed and check it out. As I entered the hallway, I noticed that the lights were on in the boys' room (again, not a shocker since this is one of Drew's middle-of-the-night hobbies). I peaked in and saw Drew sitting on his bed with all of his "friends" in his arms (Eeyore, Bear, and Cow). I asked him what he was doing.

"Nothing," he said.

"Okay, well you need to go back to sleep," I wearily replied.

Drew - "But I don't know where my puppy is."

Me - "Let's just find him in the morning. Let's go back to sleep."

Drew - "Please find him." (Sad, lonely tone of voice in full swing.)

At this point, I crouched down to check under the bed ("friends" often slip between the bed and the wall and end up on the floor), but Puppy was not to be found. Then I remember that he had taken him to preschool on Monday and I hadn't remembered seeing Puppy since we brought him home in Drew's backpack.

Me - "I think Puppy is downstairs in your backpack."

Drew - "Please get him." (Sad tone still very much present.)

Me - "Okay, I'll be right back."

So, after snuggling my littlest man and his puppy back under his covers, I retreated back to my bed for what I hoped was a few more hours of good sleep. Ha. Very funny. As I tossed and turned to get comfy, I heard the loud shrieks and cries of cats fighting. Awesome (Um, for those of you who don't know me very well, I tend to use sarcasm from time to time). Callie is outside and is known to be the neighborhood snob. So, slippers go back on the feet, and I head downstairs. I open the front door, am quickly greeted by the chilly night air (I'm not exactly dressed appropriately for outside activities at this point), and call for Callie. After a bit of convincing, she comes inside.

Now I realize that I'm not all that sleepy and actually a little bit hungry and so sleep is not probable at this point. So I sit down at my computer to check email. Earlier in the day, I had gotten an email from Becky Wile, a wonderful friend who has started a blog for her family (www.wilefamily.blogspot.com). I hadn't previously checked out their blog, so I decided to take a look. Cool stuff!!!

So here I am. That's the story of my night. Actually, that's only part of the story. The night also included a large pile of Molson's regurgitated candy corns at the top of the steps, but that's another counseling session.

I'm sure you'll hear from us again soon. Love to all....

Cindy