Tired

Poor Kate had a rough night, we had quite a storm and the sound of the wind scares her. This means that not a great deal of sleep was had by anyone. Around 5am this morning I heard the tromp tromp tromp of little feet, "Mama, Binki Gone!!!". She got in bed with us for a few minutes and then she and I went in search of the errant Binki. Having finally dug it out of her blankets I asked her if she could go back to bed now, this of course was met with a resounding "No" with threat of imminent tantrum. So we went back to our bed where she happily snuggled down and fell fast asleep again. At 6:30 I had to kick my husband out of his side of the bed so I could get up because there she still was fast asleep.