Story Time

I have some time before we head over to the hospital.

So here's a humorous story for you this morning:

Cayman's crib is still next to our bed. I just can't seem to bring myself to move her away from my side.

Yesterday morning around 5:30 a.m. I heard Cayman wake up. She always wakes up happy..smiling, laughing, and kicking her feet. The alarm was set to go off at 6 a.m. I wanted that extra 1/2 hour of sleep. I turned Cayman's mobile on and crawled back in bed and figured if she got fussy I would get back up but if she laid there playing I would be most grateful. A little before 6 o'clock I heard her "talking" again. It was close enough to the hour we needed to wake up so I pulled my feet out from under the warm blankets and stood up. I leaned over the crib ready to say good morning to Cayman with the expectation of being greeted back with a big smile.

THERE WAS NO CAYMAN!!

Mike was in bed, and I was aware that he had not gotten up in the last 1/2 hour.

I gasped and screamed, "Mike, where's Cayman?!?!"

Mike sat straight up, quite startled by my panicked question.

I grabbed the crib comforter (the only thing in her crib) and pulled it out. There was Cayman underneath it. She had kicked the blanket over her head. As soon as the comforter came off her she started laughing. She thought it was so funny.

Who needs morning coffee after that?!