'Twas a random night in November

.....and all through the house not a creature was stirring. Oh wait, Mya was stirring. In fact, she was jumping, hopping, climbing and bouncing....on everything......all night long.

Except bed time. Bed time is like heaven. It's quiet and we snuggle.  And tonight we are reading a Christmas book. For the millionth time. Not joking. I can read it with my eyes closed, in the dark, with my head under a pillow. Which I of course have never done.                 Except last night. Last night I did that. Oh, and Sunday night. Ok, I do it all the time. Why does she always want the SAME book?!?