Middle of the night wake-ups

A few nights ago (Monday night maybe?) I went to bed late. I had checked on the girls, made sure they weren't ready to roll out of bed, and covered them up before I went to bed. Andrea woke me up about an hour later (1:30 a.m.) needing a drink. I complied, and got her back to bed.

Three hours later (4:30 a.m.) she came running into my room, telling me that "it's going round and round!" Being woken up because of scary dream isn't exactly fun. This was worse, with a startling wake up comment, accelerated heart rate going from sleep to WAKE UP, and needing to take care of my scared little girl. A middle of the night dizzy spell had never happened before. I was surprised. I held on to her for a little while (it didn't last very long), then she said she needed a drink. I took her into the bathroom, set her on the counter next to me, got her a drink, and, after handing the drink to her, I noticed that she wasn't sitting there "okay". Her body was moving in a circle. I pulled her close to me to stabilize her. It wasn't long and everything seemed okay again.

As far as I know she hasn't been having many of these dizzy spells anymore. I was supposed to schedule a follow-up appointment with the ENT awhile ago (I don't remember when I spoke with him. At least a month ago), but I never did because I figured I had the time frame of when these were happening narrowed down. Bad excuse not to schedule, I know. They seem to happen when she has a cold; quite often later in the sickness when she seems to be getting better.

I think it is time to get the professional involved again.

Greta had a scary dream this morning

I heard her crying before she opened my door (what usually wakes me up). It was 4:30am. She climbed in to bed with me with tears on her cheeks. I asked what her dream was about.

"I saved some Smarties that you had given me. Andrea ate them!"

The part about Andrea wouldn't surprise me at all. The girl loves sugar!!!

Andrea stole the "show"

My grandpa passed away on Mother's Day. His funeral was Saturday. My dad suggested that the grandkids and great-grandkids sing "I am a Child of God" like we had at my other grandpa's funeral. I was not excited about the idea at all.

On our way to the church Saturday morning I asked the girls to practice singing with me. When Greta and I got to the third verse Andrea started shouting at us that we weren't singing the right words. Then she was crying. After I finished singing Greta told me that she didn't know that part.

We got to the church. Our time came to go up and sing along with siblings, cousins plus their spouses and kids. I was trying to get copies of the words to the song to some that didn't know the song. Greta and Andrea ended up in a group of kids while I joined a group of my cousins. Not too long into the song I heard a familiar little voice, singing her heart out. Andrea brought a huge smile to my face and a lot of others.

After the funeral a lot of people made sure to tell Andrea and me what a good job she did singing. There were quite a few people that were surprised that, at 2 years old, she knew the words to the song.