I'm obviously a cow!

Ok...so Isabella takes the cake with this one. She's been having a hard time lately getting to sleep in her own crib. We've given in and laid with her in our bed to get her to sleep and then carted her sleeping self back to her crib a little later. But I don't want this to become a habit, so I'm trying to enforce her going to bed in her crib like a big girl. Anyway, last night she started screaming hysterically when it was time to go to bed. I was at a loss as to what to do. Ali Kate was ready to sleep, and I didn't want her to upset Ali Kate. But I still had to stay up to do Abby's testing and night-time snack, so snuggling with Isabella just wasn't an option (Matt wasn't home).

Anyway, she started telling me that she was scared. When I asked her what she was scared of, she said, "The cows in my room." So I told her that we'd do a cow check and remove all cows before she went to bed. So we started looking in every corner to make sure there were no cows. Well, all of a sudden, she screams, "There's a cow!" I, being of sane mind, didn't see a cow obviously. So I asked her where the cow was, and she pointed above her dresser. So I carried her over there and asked her to point at the cow. She grabbed the picture of me, Matt, and her at five days old...and pointed directly at ME! I am the culprit cow that's keeping her scared in her room. I immediately sent Abby to the living room with the cow, and Isabella was fine and ready to sleep.

So if being six months pregnant with number four isn't enough to make me feel fat, this did the trick! Thanks, Isabella! I love that girl!