Cutting her off at the pass

Nearly every morning, Cora crawls in our bed. She usually sneaks in around 5AM (not long until "wake-up" time), comes to my side of the bed (I'm more sympathetic to her need to cuddle, and I like to cuddle her, too), and gets a lift to the middle, where she falls asleep until we start to get ready, at which time she starts yelling, "It's too bright in there! Turn off the light!" (She isn't the morning-person that I've always been). This happens nearly everyday. We're usually asleep when her head pops up eye level with mine, so I've never noticed what all she brings with her on the journey. I have noticed it's pretty crowded once she joins us.

I say we'll have to get a king bed once Quinn is in a toddler bed and follows suit; Landon says we'll have to reclaim our territory ( he's forever outnumbered by the ladies, so we'll see). 

Last night, she set out on her journey to our room around midnight (aka, she opened her bedroom door). Landon was still awake; he cut her off at the pass (aka, the landing at the top of the stairs) , and redirected her to her bed.

He said the best part was noticing all she'd packed to bring to our bed. A blanket. Her water-filled sippie cup. Her lovie. He thinks there was a beanie boo buried in there, too. 

She was planning for the long haul, I tell you.

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Overheard downstairs.

Cora(demanding): I want a movie!

Landon: listen, buster!

(Cora usually responds I'm not a buster I'm Cora. But this morning)...

Cora (grouchy): I'm an alligator.