As I was writing the previous post (at 1:30 in the morning) I heard footsteps coming through the kitchen. I thought it was my husband, telling me that I should be getting to bed *grin*.
Instead, it was my son Sean, who said, “Mom? Marie is stuck up in Reilly’s bed and can’t get down.”
Reilly has a bunk bed, with a guard rail that prohibits anyone from getting stuck.
Or so I thought.
Marie was hanging BY HER NECK and crying, while Kathryn was underneath her, holding her up.
I can’t begin to tell you the thanks I was offering Him while getting Marie down.
I’m typing this while holding a sleeping (and fine) Marie on my lap. I’m afraid to let her go. I think we’re going to sleep on the couch together tonight.