To Blog or not to Blog...

So I’ve had several requests lately for me to update my blog more frequently. Apparently people are not satisfied with Nevaeh stories just once a year. Understandable. Let it be known that I am aware of the issue and hope to rectify it in a manner suitable to everyone. Or most everyone. (I think there are only three people who read my blog – me being one of them – but hopefully three is enough to motivate me to reestablish some sort of regular blogging.) I won’t promise that it’ll be often. That way, all three of us will be pleasantly surprised if it is. But I can pretty much guarantee that there’ll be some sort of comedy in a good portion of the stories.

Onto the story from this morning…

Nevaeh came into my room around 6:40 am, said, "Good morning, Mama!”, then climbed into my bed. I had been hitting snooze for an hour and seven minutes, so I was still trying to wake up. Since Nevaeh was rather alert and I didn’t think she’d be falling asleep while I showered, I thought I would turn on the tv and find something to watch. (Normally she doesn’t get very many tv privileges at home but we’re coming off a 4-month stretch of her wandering the halls at night (sometimes several times per night), and since this was the third night in a row that she had stayed in her room for 10 hours straight, I thought she deserved a little reward.) When I turned the tv on, it was so bright in my dark bedroom that we both jerked our heads the other way. She threw her hands over her eyes and said, "Mama, it's too bright! I need my sunglassies!"