1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, firteen, fourteen, eleventeen, 16, 18, 19, 20.... We're almost able to count to 20.Eleventeen minutes is how much sleep I think I got last night. Trust me, that's not very much. We thought Sasha's cold was ending but she was up most of the night coughing. Of course, when she (and I) finally fell asleep around 2AM, a thunderstorm rolled through! Sasha's not usually afraid of them (living in Florida, you really can't be) but since she was only 1/2 asleep, it woke her up and made her want to come "sleep" with Mommy and Daddy. When I got up to go to the bathroom, Sasha decided to roll sideways and take up the whole bed. So...Mommy and the dogs went out onto the couch (Dudley, by the way, is also afraid of thunderstorms and needs to lay
on top of me at the first sound of thunder.) As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the pitter patter of little feet. Sasha wanted to sleep on the couch with me---and Murray---and Dudley. Yawn...... So, we all went back to bed with Daddy. Around 3Am, Sasha was ready to go back to her bed and everybody got a few hours of sleep, except Mommy, who spent the rest of the night COUGHING!