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Poor Charlie had one hell of a nightmare in the wee hours of this morning. I think it was fourish. She woke up screaming at the top of her lungs, Jeff and I were up and getting her before we were fully awake. Apparently, she had a dream where Baby Strawberry (her Strawberry Shortcake doll) was either biting off her or Sam's fingers. We had to take her in to see Sammy before she was completely calm.

She did calm down eventually and we tried to sleep with her, but she's made of elbows and squirm. We got pretty close a couple times, but eventually talked her into going back to her own crib. I think she went back to sleep around eight. Neither Jeff nor I ever did.

Today is roughly four hundred hours long. I think a nap is in my future.

I hope the poor kid has far sweeter dreams tonight.

In other Charlie news, Anthony Bourdain was on Yo Gabba Gabba.

I haven't forgotten to tell y'all about the rest of the trip. I really will, soon. After a nap or two. :)