My Little Monster

Okay, I know I've already written about this. But I just have to again. Have you ever seen the movie Gremlins? You know how they are so cute and cuddly during the day, then at night they turn into little monsters? We have one in our house. Right now we are just tired of being up all night feeding our monster, but every once in a while we can see past the sleep deprived frustration and find the humor in it. This is one of those moments. Last night, Brinley got up and ate the following (in one sitting): 2 1/2 peices of toast, a milkshake, yogurt, chips, pretzels, and milk. Mind you, we have stocked David's nightstand drawer with snacks in hopes we can lure her into just eating in our bed so we can sleep through it all, but when the child wants toast, she wants toast. The conversation sounds something like this:

Brinley cries in her bed.
David gets up and brings her in our bed.

Brinley: Eat, daddy, eat!

David: Okay, do you want some fishie crackers?

Brinley: Toast! (pointing to the door)

David: Daddy has some pretzels here in my drawer. Do you want one?

Brinley: (she has already said it once calmly, and will not be doing it again!) TOAST, DADDY, TOAST! (head tips back in a dramatic fashion and face scrunches up as if in severe pain) TOAST, DADDY TOAST!

David gets up to get toast. She is crying the whole time waiting for the toast to pop up. She devours the whole toast and wants more. She continues to make requests until her stomach is probably about to explode. She goes back to bed and wakes up in the morning as Brinley again. We probably will not see the steroid monster until the next night (although once in a while she surfaces during the day).

Tonight she woke up at 11 already and had some toast and milk. We'll see how long it lasts......I'm on 11-3 shift. So I'll be on monster duty til 3, then it will be daddy's turn. My little monster. Gotta laugh!