Tuesday, December 2, 2008

What dreams are made of

One middle-of-the-night while we were in Boise, I woke up to hear Miriam moaning in the corner. "Brown... brown... brown..." I understood the word but couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Frequently she will identify her blankets and sippies by color, but she doesn't have any brown blankets or brown sippies. Due to the fact there were a whole heck of a lot of people sleeping in the same house, I immediately went to her pack-n-play to see what was up. She continued saying "brown" as I crossed the room, and when I reached into her crib she finally got to the point. I almost burst right out loud when she said "brown ice cream." I changed her diaper, got her a bottle, and she went back to sleep. I don't know if she was requesting a chocolate ice cream cone or dreaming about it or both, but I just had to laugh. I also don't know if she remembered the incident. The next day when we had ice cream out, she opted for green. I sure love this crazy little girl!

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