Last night Sophie woke up around 1:00AM, crying her heart out.  On my way into her room I grabbed the backup nuk I'd placed on Marty's dresser because usually that's all she needs to get back to sleep, and I can never find the lost one in the dark without my glasses.  I stepped into her dark room and found her sitting in bed, holding her foot. 

"Shoes!" she cried.

I tried giving her the nuk.  She pushed it away.  I handed her Bay, she shoved it aside.  I wrapped her blanket around her shoulders, she shivered it off her body.

"Shoes!" she wailed, still holding her pajama covered foot.

"You need shoes?" I whispered.

"Uh hmm" she answered with sadness, upset by my oversight.

"Okay, lay down and I'll get you some shoes."  She put her head on the pillow, slid the nuk in her mouth, hugged her Bay and snuggled in with her blanket.  I raised the side of the crib, and she fell back asleep.

Shoes.  She's dreaming about shoes.  Further proof that this fashionista phase has a strong hold on her mind, even in her sleep.