Early Morning Goings On

So what were you doing at 1:12 this morning? I can tell you exactly what I was doing. Sleeping. As in sound asleep--possibly even sawing logs--absolutely and completely lights out to the world. But a certain little boy in our house was awakened for one reason or another, at which time he noticed that Lamby was nowhere to be found. Neither Daddy nor I was stirred by the pitter-patter of little feet as they carried a concerned little boy to the side of my bed. (In the two-plus years that he's been in a bed, he has never once made a middle of the night appearance in our bedroom!) In any event, I was roused by the sweet tap, tap, tap of a little finger poking the side of my arm and the desperate announcement that went something like this: "Mommy, I can't find Lamby. Lamby's not in my bed." Well, there may as well have been a fire in the house! I popped out of bed and with a little boy on my heels, we made a beeline to the family room where I seem to have recalled a lone Lamby being left on the couch. Sure enough, there he was silently awaiting discovery. Osten scooped him up immediately and buried his face in his well-worn coat. I carried the two of the them back to bed, and we'll never know who fell back to sleep quicker, but there was nary another peep or poke until morning!