Three (more) in the bed and the not-so-little one said…

While I am a fan of thunderstorms, Isabella, Greer and Jackson are not. I am not certain exactly what time it was when the thunder started rolling in but I remember turning over from my right to my left and smiling as I heard mother nature releasing her fury. A few moments later, I remember thinking, “How can a 2 pound {teacup anything} make that much noise” as Isabella whined and whined; she was the first to join Mark and I. A few moments later; it may have been an hour or maybe even 5 minutes; after all it was the middle of the night and I wasn’t watching the clock, 2 little hands grab my leg. Greer says…”Momma?” I say, “Yes?” she says, “Where’s my daddy?” Mark giggles – I’m done with that conversation. She snuggles in between us – a tad closer to “her” daddy. Again within moments/hours (at this point it could have been days) Jackson joins us; the storm is in full swing; daunting if you ask a 2lb Chihuahua, a little Daddy’s princess, or a big-boy baseball player; perfect for sleeping if you ask me; and time to get a bigger bed if you ask the king of our castle!

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