My mom likes to tell the story about when she was pregnant and tossing and turning in bed to try to get comfortable. My dad told her something like "you're like an old sow rooting around." Just what all expectant mothers want to be likened to. A big sow.
Anyway, Avrie has developed a terrible habit of climbing into bed with us in the middle of the night. And we have developed a terrible habit of allowing it. I allow it because I'm too stinkin' tired to go through the work of putting her back in her bed 3-4 times a night. Last night she found her way between us and started thrashing around, kicking us in the face, headbutting, etc. I was in and out of sleep during all this. I woke up to her whispering in my ear, "oink. Oink. Oink." I scooped her up and on the way to her room she says, nearly yelling, "you Mommy pig. I Avrie pig".