New places, new patterns

Marieka and company have moved to Stacy's house. Marieka wants Titus, her little white dog, to sleep with her. Meanwhile, everytime he barks, she covers her ears and cries. So, we are encouraging her to not sleep with him. At this house, loves the kitty Phoebe and Titus, "Stace" and the fact she can let Phoebe in and out of the front door. Last night, we hardly slept, though. She cried on and off, claiming her stomach hurt, her elbow hurt, she was hungry, and kicking Rob and I all night long. Sometimes I love her so much during the day, and then feel like I have a foreign being in my bed at 2am.
She loves to talk about Finland, but she isn't entirely sure what it means, I don't think. "Is that after Finland mom?" "Will we take the plane to Finland, mom?" I see the purpose of DVD players and children's video games, I sadly say.

I not entirely sure what the sleeping arrangements will be there...hoping that there will be some bed options for Marieka...and more sleep for us.
Yesterday, I picked her up from the childcare center at the Valley. I walked in, and didn't see her. I looked and looked around, and realized SHE was the little girl in a black witches hat and dress. She immediately pranced around showing me her clothers. Clearly, I need dress up clothes and a drama class for this girl.