Updates from 3 a.m.

She had the yogurt dream again. I wake up to “Mommy? Mama? ┬áMommy?” coming closer and closer down the hallway, and as I try to fully wake up and focus, there is a small, Dory-nightgown clad person standing on my side of the bed. “Gabbie, dude, this is the third time you’ve been up tonight…”(…)