I woke up with a migraine yesterday morning.

And I went to bed with a migraine last night.

No bueno.

I was awake a lot last night for a lot of reasons:

1. Migraine consuming my entire face.

2. Allie.

Okay, so not a lot of reasons, actually.

Y’all, I’m not sure what to do about Allie.  We really would like to keep her in her crib for a little while longer, for several obvious reasons:

1. Containment.

Okay, so not several reasons, actually.

She naps pretty well in her crib, anywhere from 1.5 — 3.5 hours.  So thankful, by the way.  But nighttime is a different story.  She goes to bed fine and then wakes up screaming like a banshee.  I’m not even that worried about her waking up the other kids; the girls sleep in the downstairs (we call it the “downstairs” instead of the “basement” because “basement” just has a negative vibe, no?) and Renn usually sleeps with us.  That is a whole nother story right there.   Anyways, we will rock Allie and put her back to bed in her crib and sure enough, she’s back to banshee mode within 2 hours.  It is exhausting.  I am trying to be patient because the poor child has been sick on-and-off since October.  I’m a little hesitant to let her cry it out for several reasons:

1. Aforementioned sickness.

2. I’m afraid she’s going to fall out of the crib.  She stands right next to the edge, barely balancing on her tippy toes, reaching her arms out as far as possible.

Again, not several reasons but they are biggies, no?

I usually am so desperate for sleep at this point I bring her into our room or Renn’s (vacant) room to sleep.

So last night I got tired of the banshee routine around 3:00 am.  I brought her into our bed and snuggled her between Renn and myself.

About 30 minutes later, when I had finally dozed off in between the squirming babies and pulsating migraine, there arose such a clatter.

Seriously, folks?

Did Pippa somehow magically open her crate door and escape?

It wasn’t time for RJ to get up for work, was it?

Did something fall off the top of the fridge?

Did the Black Widow bypass our alarms and steal Pippa, knocking something off the fridge while escaping?

No.

It was LC.

Getting out the canisters of flour and sugar, mixing bowls and milk.

She was making pancakes.

At 3:40.  In the morning.  By herself.

She said she wanted to serve me breakfast in bed.

Bless.her.heart.

So what did we do this morning?

Make pancakes.

At 8:00 am.