They are plotting against me, I tell you.

Hope just turned 5 last week and Olivia was 7 in November. Isn't it amazing how they can take up a king-size bed? Olivia and her knees are not allowed to sleep in the middle next to me. She is banished to the furthest point away for the sake of me being able to sleep. Should the CIA be in need of a torturer, I know a little girl with some knees that will make you beg for mercy in the middle of the night. Olivia told me tonight "but Nana loves my knees sleeping with her!" My response? "Olivia, tomorrow remind me to explain sarcasm to you."

She loves that lizard! And the blanket. And the pillow pet. And the teddy bear. And the water bottle Daddy put Hello Kitty stickers on for her. And the pink unicorn. You get the idea.

My little spawn looks so peaceful doesn't she? Driving a teacher into a straight jacket for 8 hours a day really takes it out of a girl!