4:40 AM

Someone was up and ready to party for a good hour and a half at 3:30 am. When all was finally said and done and I was laying with her on the couch (pretending to sleep, might I add), Bea does the following:

Looks at me. Sits up. Leans over to me. "Ma Ma," she says. Then kisses me on the forehead.

Then all frustrations leave me (briefly, at least) about getting just a few hours of sleep.



Sidenote: Bea is doing much better now, and so are the rest of us after catching something that was going around. Now, if everyone would just sleep through the night once again, we will all feel like ourselves again.