What's This?

Last night we were so exhausted. We've had a busy weekend. Usually we lolly-gag around the house all weekend and maybe get out for one outing, but this weekend was different.

On Saturday we went to the flea market at the American Club. When I say we went, I mean that we went as vendors, so we had to be there early. I managed to make about $100 off of our stuff, but it wasn't the money that was important--getting rid of the clutter, that was important. I didn't take much yet I managed to sell or trade all but two things. Gusi was extremely patient and the baby had one of the dirtiest diapers we've seen in a long time, but we managed. Actually, we also picked up our Thanksgiving turkey there. We had ordered a "local turkey" which it seems is actually an African Guinea fowl. Or something like that. I hope it doesn't disappoint.

The flea market was a full morning, so when we got home and thought about turning right around to go to a birthday party that Gusi was invited to, I just had to say no. Later that night Papi and I went to a fundraising event with dinner and music and had a nice time, so I'm glad we skipped the birthday and were able to relax before the fundraiser.

Of course, after a late night out, what happens? The kids wake up extra early. Ugh. Sunday we went back to the American Club, but this time to use the playground and hope that Gusi and the baby would tire themselves out. Gusi decided that he wanted to jump in the baby pool and then convinced his father to go with him in the big pool. The baby was busy taking everything in so he was tired when we got home too. Later that afternoon a French friend stopped by to see the baby and her daughter managed to make mischief with Gusi while the adults chatted.

So, last night Papi and I got the kids down for the night, had a bit of dinner and managed to get our tired bones to the living room where we each fell asleep on the couches until 1am. Papi woke me up, we brushed our teeth and made our way to our bed, only to be awoken at 4:40am by the baby. I nursed him, then he needed to be burped and have his diaper changed and he wanted to be nursed again. After that second nursing as I started to doze, the baby was lying next to me laughing in his sleep with the occasional coo or gurgle. I'm not sure what really happened, if I was entirely awake or what, but I swear I heard the baby clearly say "what's this?" and then go to sleep. I did a double take and shook Papi. "Did you hear what the baby just said?" I asked. "Sure, " he answered and went back to sleep.

I remember doubting if I really heard what I heard. Still, this morning I'm not sure what to believe. Sleep deprivation is a cruel thing.