Bad Dreams

During my lovely Sunday afternoon nap I had a bad dream. I dreamt that my friend Kelly came over with a big truck and, for some reason that only dreams know, asked me to help her move a refrigerator and freezer. I told her I was going to get Eric to help but (here is the bad dream part) he was standing in our bathroom, knee deep in water. So I ran back out to help Kelly by myself and somehow, she had moved them on her own. Strong woman.

Laine has been having bad dreams lately. She will wake up and cry, sometimes with tears and other times she doesn't completely wake up but cries in her sleep for a long time. The first time this happened I went in her room quickly because she never cries at night. Of the three kids she has been our best sleeper since 8 months. In the morning when I asked her why she was sad at night she thought about it and then said, "Monsters in my closet." I'm not sure if she does imagine this at night or not but she says it every time I ask her about her tears in the night. But, the other day when she woke up from her nap she said, "I check my closet for giraffes." There weren't any in there.