Norah's back to sleeping with us. We aren't even trying to fight it right now because she just recovered from the Great Rash Incident of 2010 and I have some crazy deadlines at work this week. Currently sleeping in our queen sized bed are: myself, BVZ, Norah, Bear, Curious George, and Elmo. It's a tight fit.
Last night she went to bed at about 7:45 and went right to sleep. BVZ went to bed about 10:00. I stayed up working until about 12:30 am and when I crawled into bed exhausted I quickly realized that Norah wasn't in her usual place (sprawled across my side). I immediately said 'where's Norah??' to which BVZ responded 'on me. Parasite.' Sure enough she had wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her entire body into his neck and onto his pillow.
I gently pulled her by the hips to re-position her in the middle of the bed when I realized that 1) she was no longer wearing her pj pants, and 2) she was no longer wearing her diaper. I discovered her discarded diaper (on my pillow, no less) and it was bone dry. Dun-dun-duuuuuun. Sure enough, the entire middle of the bed was soaked. In pee. No wonder she was resting comfortably on BVZ's pillow. At least the kid is smart enough to not sleep in pee! Needless to say we got new sheets and Norah got a onesie under her pj's. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
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