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so Kate didn't want the side bars on her big girl bed...at 4:40 a.m. I realized that was a mistake...the poor little sweetie was rudely awakened by what I'm sure was the shock of her little life (not that you'd know it by how her brother reacts in the same situation...) she fell out of bed! Now...her floor is the only one upstairs that is carpeted & Barry did fold up our old comforter & lay it on the floor next to her bed..."just in case"...but you knew how soundly she was sleeping by the great wails that were coming down the hall. I swear to God, I thought someone was in the house trying to take her...or something equally terrifying!

I don't know what came over me...Barry said the first entire cry didn't even make it out of her before I was up, running down the hall in the pitch black of nite & hollering, yet whispering at the same time..."Mommy's coming, baby!" She was just so shocked by the entire thing...she just looked at me like...who the HELL is screwing with me & how did they make me fall!

I scooped her up, snuggled her, got her some water & she was asleep in my arms in seconds. I swear to you...that cry...I can still hear it...I couldn't even imagine what was happening to my little angel...& where was the man I love you're all quietly wondering...her favorite man, Daddy of the UNIVERSE in this little girl's eyes??? In bed...just rolled over & went back to sleep...I couldn't sleep for about half an hour...just laying there...like the over-protective Mommy I am...thinking about my Kate & how I was certain some sort of tragedy had been averted by my running like a total idiot in the darkness! (well...that & the fact that i was so damn out of breath from panicking...& the smoking i'm sure...LOL...that it probably took that long for my heart to stop throbbing in my chest like a 13 year old in 1988 who had just gotten her New Kids On The Block "Hangin' Tough" album autographed by the entire band! & yes, I googled that to make sure my dates were accurate...1988...WTF...wasn't that YESTERDAY???)

On the other hand...my big man, Brandon- he falls out of bed at least once a week...on to the hardwood floor & doesn't even flinch...we hear the thud of what I'm sure is either a boney knee, elbow...or his noggin hitting the floor & just know it's someone's turn to go put the man back in bed. The child doesn't even wake up...or remember it in the morning...some woman is going to have the shit scared out of her weekly...the lucky thing! :)

That's it...the latest adventure at Club Thompson...Happy Wednesday!