OMG! You'd think I had a 2 year old. Balls, squeaky things, bones, stuffed toys, you name it. It's been particularly entertaining (for lack of a better word) now that I have to go the bathroom 3-4 times a night. Let me see if I can give you an mental audio picture.

2 am
Me: Ouch, move off my feet, Sammy, Maggy don't attack Sammy, then a ching a ling from Payton's collar. A nice big UGHHH from me getting my fat butt out of bed, then SQUEEEEEEEAAAK! Thump, Maggy dives off the bed to see what I steped on. Once she finds it, more squeaky squeaky squeaky. Sammy now wants to eat, so I get MEOW, MEOW, MEOW. Mind you, I still haven't gone to the bathroom. Creek, creek goes our floor, then a different squeak from another toy.

You get the idea.