Up in the middle of the night.

As you can see by my post time, I'm screwed tomorrow. I went to bed at 11:00, and I woke up about half an hour ago. I'm sitting here deciding if mystery baby is coughing badly enough to warrant adminstering some nasty cough syrup in the middle of the night. I'm thinking she'll be alright. While I'm up...

I had fun chatting w/ some of the girls tonight. We always get a little silly, especially when there's more than 5 of us on at a time. Tom is starting to enjoy my chat nights as well. He usually will rent a movie that I have NO desire to watch.

Not sure if I mentioned this, but Brodie said something freaky the other day. Like, "I see dead people," freaky. I noticed in the bathroom that his small locker-size mirror was in my flower pot of make-up and not over the faucet where it usually is (our mirror is too high for him, and he can see himself brush his teeth in the little one). I went to put it back, and he told me not to. When I asked why, he said, "I'm afraid to look in it." Okay, I'll bite. Why? "I see scary pictures of myself in it." ??? Uh, how does one respond to THAT? I don't even remember how I responded. I think I just changed the subject entirely. I think tomorrow may be "Art Therapy" day. I may have him draw what he sees in the mirror.