A couple nights ago I awoke to Isabelle yelling from her room down the hall. I ran down to her room and realized she was shouting at her brother to give her back her book. I turned the corner and found her sitting up in her bed, wide eyes, and so angry!! It took me a good thirty seconds to calm her down and try to explain to my sleepy toddler that it was only a dream, that her brother Jakob was sleeping in the next room, and couldn't have possibly taken her book. Oh, the fights these two can get into during the day and now it seems I have to deal with disagreements in the night. Isabelle, my fitful sleeper. She usually wakes 1, 2, 3 times a night calling for Steve or I. She usually just needs us to tuck her back under the covers and give her a kiss. My sweet, sweet girl.