FlyGuy is out of town again this week and something strange happened the other night. On Monday, at about 11pm I was walking to our bedroom and the dog was in front of me trying to beat me there as usual. Fidget suddenly stopped and began cowering a few feet from the bedroom door. She was staring up at something/nothing and would not budge. I couldn’t prod her to go forward for at least a minute- a long time in dog years. Fidget was skittish the rest of the night. The incident gave me shivers, but I ignored it and needing to get a good night’s sleep, made sure not to watch Paranormal*State.

A few hours later, at about 1am, Little Lassie woke up laughing hysterically like she was being tickled. I mean, a loud, belly full of fun, please stop tickling me because I can’t breathe laugh. I tried to ignore it, thinking she woke up from a funny dream, but it was still odd because she rarely wakes up in the middle of the night and if she does, she’s always crying, not laughing. The laughter went on for a minute or two and then Little Lassie happily babbled for a while and eventually fell asleep. Weird. I mean, Little Lassie is the perfect child (said her doting mother) but she’s normal- she doesn’t poop rainbows or anything and she never wakes up in the middle of the night laughing. She cries, like every other baby I know.

Have you ever heard of babies waking up laughing in the middle of the night? I’m not sure what is going on around here, but if we have a ghost it obviously prefers Little Lassie to Fidget. Is it bad that I hope it continues to prefer Little Lassie and leave me alone?

1. A magic eraser will take sharpie marker off a wooden coffee table

2. A warm bath helps constipation (Little Lassie released a hostage in the tub this weekend, I was both relieved and grossed out. She hadn’t pooped for days.)

3. Vinegar cleans tub toys (see above)

4. Depending on the style of clothing, I can wear a size 8 or a size 12. Guess which one I prefer?

5. Husbands snore way more after having a few beers before bed

6. Baseball’s opening day makes my husband giddy

7. Puppies are smart enough to find a hole in the fence to get out of the yard and not smart enough to find a hole to get back in the yard. (I almost lost my sister’s brand new pedigree’d puppy today when I was on puppy potty watch. The darn thing ran away… then came back, but whined in the neighbors yard on the other side of the fence because he couldn’t get to us.)

8. After the low fuel light comes on in my car, I have at least 20 minutes of driving left in my tank

9. Negligent parents that blame their poor parenting on society or the health care system may not deserve to raise their children

10. My braille reading is rusty, so I read it like a second grader. I find myself sounding out simple words which makes the reading surprisingly delightful- each sentence I read feels like I’m opening a present.

FlyGuy turned 38 yesterday and because I’m the coolest wife EVER (his words) I threw him a little party. And when I say little, I mean a little boy’s party complete with a homemade chocolate cake and sundae bar. Except the sundae bar was actually a gin tasting. FlyGuy and his drinking buddies decided Hendricks is the best gin, but Bombay (not sapphire) is the best for the money. The birthday boy was so excited, he truly acted like he was turning 8 and not 38. When he opened my gift, the last 2 James Bond movies, I think he swooned. Now, he owns all 22 James Bond films. When FlyGuy was little, he wanted to be president. It think his new dream is to become James Bond. Not sure if its because of the martinis or the gadgets. Am not even going to consider its because of the scantily clad girls.

In other news, ICLW is over and I’m always a bit bummed out. My google reader grew by at least 5 blogs this time. I love finding new blogs and the comments left on eggsbene this time were extraordinary. Try it next month if you haven’t done it yet.

Lastly, Little Lassie gave me wonderful mommy moment the other day. She saw a freckle on my arm and asked what it was. I told her a freckle and she asked, “Little Lassie have a freckle?” I told her I wasn’t sure. The little darling scoured her body until she found the lone freckle on her leg. She proudly said, “Little Lassie freckle!” She walked around the rest of the day saying, “mommy freckle, Little Lassie freckle.” My heart swelled.

Before we became a family I daydreamed about an event like this. I think I savored it even more because IF made me think we’d never become parents. Maybe thats the silver lining to the IF cloud, the victory is so much sweeter because the road to the finish is so arduous.