I want my old house. I don't like our new house. I don't like that I can never go back and someone else bought it. I hate that I don't get to sleep with Sissy. I hate that I have to be in a big room by myself where there are lots of noises that I don't recognize. Going to sleep is one big issue for me. I need Mommy to sleep with me and then when she's done, I need Daddy to come, too. I don't like it when they go back upstairs. I want them to sleep with me until I've fallen asleep. Well really, I want them to sleep with me for the entire night.
While we're on the topic of sleep, let me just tell you that sleeping naked is the only way to sleep. I love how my flannel blanket feels against my skin. It is so soft. I like to roll myself up like a hot dog before falling asleep. Never mind the middle of the night when I've unrolled myself and my feet and body are freezing. This is no problem. I sprint upstairs, turning on every light so I can find my way. I jump in bed with Mommy and Daddy, putting my feet on their warm bodies while my cheek finds its way to HER check, and then I go back to sleep. (Can you see why my old house was much, much better? Their bed was only a few feet away from my bed!) My biggest issue is the sprint out of my bedroom into the hallway. I growl just to scare any dragons that might be lingering there. Dragons did not exist in our other home, only here.
I also miss the big circle I could run over and over again, going from living room to hallway to kitchen to living room to hallway, etc. I also miss my garbage truck and several of my favorite books, which are still back at the old house. They haven't shown up at this house and I'd like them back. Unfortunately, I don't know how to get there.
If anyone would like to drop me off at my other house, please call. I've never busy and I'm always eager to go on adventures.
Later,
lil' e
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