A Mother Knows....or maybe I am just paranoid

Over the past month I have noticed that Morgan has been waking up in our bed on 99% of the mornings. I even made a comment about this today to my mother. We do NOT want Morgan to get into the habit of sleeping with us. She never did it as an infant and I am not inclined to share any more of my bed with anyone. Not to mention sleeping with Morgan is like sleeping with an angry octopus. Yeah, it's that bad.

This evening Patrick commented that he couldn't believe that Morgan was still awake, at 9:30. It's not unusual for Morgan to be up well past bedtime, but she normally plays quietly in her bed. She is not allowed to get out of her bed, but we don't force her to lay there bored. I told Patrick I had a theory about why she stays up late (and I was very much joking). My theory is that Morgan fakes like she is asleep when we check on her but is actually staying awake until we go to sleep so she can sneak into our bed.

Fast foward 30 minutes.

We were laying in bed watching the end of NCIS (yes, it's the only thing we ever watch. Yes, we can find it on any channel at any time of the day. Yes, we DVR it too. But that's not part of this story, so please focus!). All of a sudden Patrick sits straight up in bed. He was staring out the door very intently. I kept looking at him, and he was starting to freak me out. I'm a bit of a scardy-cat at night. He quietly gets up from the bed and tiptoes to the door. All of a sudden I hear a crash of toys and see Patrick heading down the hallway to Morgan's room.

I can hear him talking to her, then he starts laughing and comes back into the room. He said Morgan was vaulting back into the bed and when he got there she said "Daddy, did you see my eye? Did you see me peeking through the house?" Patrick said yes he did. Her response was "I was peeking to see if you were asleep so I could get in bed with you!" That was funny in it's own right, but then I realized that "the house" did not mean OUR house. It actually meant...

The scene of the crime...

She was peeking through her doll house's window! If you look at the next picture, you will see that the above window has a direct view into our bedroom (Patrick is laying on our bed). This vantage point affords her a view into our room while using the actual doll house to hide her body.

Her undoing?

Yep, her feather boa. Patrick said he would not have even noticed if he hadn't seen the pink feather boa flitting around in the hallway. At first he thought the feathers were being blown around by the air conditioning, but then he realized that couldn't be since there isn't a vent in the hallway.

So, it turns out that I am NOT paranoid. That little turkey HAS been spying on us, checking for the right moment to sneak into our bed. She had Patrick and I laughing so hard I was brought to tears. You never know what our spunky gal will do next!