The girls have been asking for blueberry pancakes for the last week so I picked up some blueberry Eggo's at the grocery store. Eggo's are as close to pancakes as you're gonna get at 7:00 in the morning in our house. If you're lucky, they'll actually be toasted.

This morning, Mac woke up screaming at 5 a.m. and Bobbi eventually went in to get her to go back to sleep. I was a little groggy because, well, it was 5 a.m., but I think someone got sent to the mat as well, although I'm not sure who it was. I'm pretty sure it wasn't Bobbi.

By 6a.m. we had Sam in bed with us and Mac seemed to be on a quest to scream in every room in the house. She was just a wandering screamer, like nails on a chalkboard traveling from room to room. We have a monitor in her room so whenever she would get near it we got a nice surround sound effect because we could hear her voice coming from the door to our room and also from the monitor beside the bed. It's THX certified.

Finally, about 7 a.m. I had reached the breaking point. Sam was in the bed talking about blueberry pancakes and Mac was wandering aimlessly screaming "blueberry pancakes" at the top of her lungs. So, I jumped up and put both of them in their rooms. I shut the doors, came back to the bedroom and told Bobbi, "Turn off the monitor."

It got quiet for the first time in 2 hours and then Bobbi said, "Why are you so upset?"
"Because they have been screaming for 2 hours!" I said.
There was a pause and then Bobbi said, "But they weren't talking to you."