Driving me Batty

Last night Jackson woke up at about 3:15 a.m. He was wailing into his mattress. The poor little lamb had tear stained cheeks and just needed a little help falling back to sleep. I wondered about teething, if he was hot, or if he had thrown 'Elli' over the crib. But all these things seemed fine. I concluded he just needed help. So I picked him up and we rocked for a while. He immediately snuggled in. Because we do not have a chair in his room, (and I swear he is the world's largest 11 month old) I went into our bedroom and sat in bed while we snuggled for a bit. He saw Mark and crawled over to him. He is starting to be a 'daddy's boy' these days, crying every time he leaves. Jackson was just about asleep when he popped his head up and started saying 'ba ba ba ba' and pointing. Mark hushed him and pulled his head into his chest. They both fell asleep. I eventually poked Mark and told him to go put Jack into his crib. I got up to use the bathroom. When I was in there I thought I heard a strange noise in the shower. In my slumberous state, I half-heartedly peaked into the shower. Nothing. I went back to bed. 

Mark and I had been sleeping for about 15 minutes when I was slowly roused by the rustling noise of Mark's alarm clock and lamp chords. I immediately remembered the noise in the bathroom and perked up. Then I heard something at the foot of the bed. 

 I yelled out Mark's name and threw on my lamp light. He, now a little annoyed, asked "what is going on?" 

I said, "I think there is a mouse or something in here."

"where?"

"Well, I just heard something playing with your nightstand chords and then I heard something at the foot of the..................AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" (shrill scream)

Somehow this creature came swooping out of the air like a Kamikaze heading straight for my face. I threw the covers up to hide underneath, but now it was gone again.  Mark couldn't find it. I started fretting that it was underneath in my hiding spot. 

Mark: "What? Where is it?"

Me hiding under the covers, replies "There is a BAT in here!" 

Cue Jackson waking up from the sheer terror coming from our bedroom. Shoot. 

Just like that, mr. Bat came swooping through again and this time into the hallway. Mark threw the door shut. I sheepishly came out from my protective covering. He grabbed his flashlight and a shirt (to kill the bat) and muttered "I don't feel like hunting a bat?!"

The next few moments I heard swoops of the shirt through the air and a few loud thumps. Then the sliding door opened and then closed again. Jackson somehow fell back to sleep through all the commotion, and my hero entered back into the bedroom, unharmed. Mission accomplished. 

We borrowed our car this week to a friend that is in town for a few days. He lost the key and came by around 11:30 last night to pick up a spare. We figure that when Mark opened the door to let in his friend, another little guest decided to come in as well. We also wonder if this is what woke Jackson up, and he most likely saw it in the bedroom while falling asleep...thus the random outburst of 'ba ba ba's'. No one really knows for sure. But, what we do know is that I hate bats outside, much less inside my home hunting me while I sleep. 

p.s. I will try to post some updated remodel pictures this weekend. :)