I mentioned in my last post that Quinn requested that she be put in bed after her birthday party on Sunday night. Well, it is a trend. This girl now loves her bed.
This morning I waited until 7 a.m. to finally go and get her out of bed. I was all dressed, packed and ready for the day, and all I needed to do was finish my bagel and get Quinn dressed and in the car. I opened the door to her roon and turned on the light. At this point I normally see a smily girl jump up and yelled "Ma il a" (milk) or "Mo Hot" (for more hot milk). But today ... nothing. She was sound asleep on her tummy all wrapped up in her big blanket from her Aunts Sally and Sara.
I teased her, tickled her, gave her more time, made the lights brighter, but all I got from her was a very teenaged sounding quiet whine, "No, mommy, No."
I finally took off her blankets to pack them for daycare. I heard little mumbles, "No, mommy. My blan-a-et." I put her stuff to the car and turned it on. When I got back, she had found two small baby blankets hang on the side of the crib and wrapped her self tightly in them. She said peacefully, "My blan-a-ets" as she fell back asleep!
I finally had to just lift her half-naked body (including a wet diaper) blankets and all and put her in the car. She gave me the dead fish, so she weighed a hundred pounds. A few minutes into the car ride, she woke up with her usual orders. Mommy, Ma il a" "More bus, mommy. More bus" and of course, "My ap-ple."
After all who doesn't love their bed and their breakfast.
A girl after my own heart.
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