Is it possible that this was part of a master plan?

I thought the sleepless nights wouldn't start until Swanny Jr. arrived. Apparently, I was wrong.

Monday morning, 2:20 to be exact, I awoke to Peanut calling from her room, "Mommy! Daddy! I'm awake!" I stumbled my way down the hall to her room and explained to her that it was very early and that it wasn't time to get up yet. When I left her room, it was with the hope that she, Jen, and I could sleep somewhat soundly through the rest of the night.

Wrong again. Approximately half an hour later, Peanut, not to be outdone, called for her mommy. I remember Jen getting out of bed, but soon fell back to sleep. Jen later recounted that Peanut wanted her to lay down in bed with her. Jen did so and after telling Peanut that she needed to close her eyes (instead of staring at Jen) they both fell asleep. Jen woke a short while later and came back to our bed. Another night down.

Flash forward to this morning. I woke up around 2:30 or so to the sound of Leia licking her chops incessantly. I've seen her do this a few times before, so I figured she just had something in her mouth that she couldn't choke down. I called her up onto the bed and stuck my hand in her mouth, trying to grab whatever was giving her trouble. I didn't feel anything and Leia kept smacking her lips.

Jen and I were trying to figure out why she was stil carrying on, when Peanut hollered for Jen. While she went to see what Peanut needed, I was still thinking when else I had seen Leia acting like this. I soon had my answer.

Per Peanut's request for more light, Jen turned on the bathroom light and called to me, "Swanny, one of the dogs threw up in the bathroom." Ohhhh, that's right... Leia starts acting like this when she's either just gotten sick, or going to get sick again. Lovely.

I hauled my sorry ass out of bed and quickly cleaned up the bathroom while Jen took the dogs downstairs to let them outside. If Leia was going to be sick again, we'd rather it happen outside. It was while I was wiping up the mess that I noticed there weren't as many "chunks" as there should have been considering the amount of space that had been covered. A bit of nausea struck me as I realized that the only thing worse than having your dog throw up is knowing that, probably, your other dog ate most of it.

I wait while you collect yourselves.

So, is this coincidence? Conspiracy? Are Peanut and the dogs taking an early stand against us for bringing home another faily member? Who can say for sure? But I think the girls just might be up to something.