A good bit past midnight, I fell asleep in front of the TV at the top of the 11th inning of a tied baseball game (yep, I'm that much of a fan). Around 2 am I hear Lizzy crying. I go upstairs and pull her out of bed to comfort her. She's scared and her belly hurts, so I ask her to describe how it hurts.
"It hurts like a cow."
Thankfully it's dark, because I'm not sure she'd appreciate seeing me laughing. Eventually she falls asleep on our floor and I sing rewrite disney songs in my head for the next thirty mintues before drifting off into sleep.
Later, at very dark o'clockish, Nye wakes up crying, wet, and very stuffed up. I change him and put him in Lizzy's bed. Everyone goes back to sleep.
Not too long after that, Nye wakes up screaming "Hup, hup!!!! Hup, Mommy please hup!!!" I try to figure out if that means help or up, but he just keeps screaming hup no matter what I do. 5 minutes later I figure out he's yelling "Hop!" He wanted his bunny rabbit Hop. That's the first he's every really wanted a stuffed animal. He quickly settled down and went back to sleep snuggling Hop.
I go to sleep too only to be awakened by Lizzy crying about how she was scared because she had a bad dream where she jumped and went under water. I told her that she can actually swim in her dreams! So next time, hold her breath and swim. I was almost asleep about 20 minutes later when she spoke again.
"Mommy, I can swim!"
We both slept in till 9:30.