Vacation's Over Folks!

Sophie and Wrigley hatching their plan

     After a much needed and appreciated break to beautiful Jackson Hole, my husband and I returned back to the Dallas desert refreshed and renewed.  We came home to a clean house and happy baby who was sound asleep for the night.   Our big boy lab was thrilled to get all the attention to himself since Sophie was already asleep.  My Mother-In-Law and vacay babysitter bragged to us how good and sweet our little girl was and how she slept like an Olympic champ while we were gone.  Life was good! And then the witching hour of midnight rolled around.
     I seriously think that my child may be psychic.  Although she was passed out cold for the night when we got home, somehow, somewhere in the dark recesses of her brain she just knew that mom was home.  AND, she might possibly have formulated a diabolical plot to punish me for going on vacation without her.  AND, I do believe that she got our dog in on the plan too.
    My husband and I,worn out from travel, headed to bed early for the night.  As the clock chimed midnight my sweet girl woke like a shrieking banshee.  30 minutes of rocking later she was back asleep and I collapse into bed.  Then 1am rolls around, shrieking bandit returns.  Back to rocking.  Wash, rinse, repeat again at 3am and 5 am.  My dog then revealed his crucial roll in the plot, and for his roll he truly deserves an Oscar.  At 5am, on the dot, just as banshee is making her final wail before getting up for the day, my sweet, goofy lab proceeds to gag and vomit on his dog bed in our room.
     Ahhhhhh, it's good to be home.  And just in case you weren't 100% completely sure, vacation is OVER!