Bedtime

Madeline has decided recently that her bed is too lonely (or scary, or big, small, fluffy, hard, etc.), and our bed is just right. That means there's always about a fifty percent chance that we'll find her asleep in our bed when we come upstairs for the night. I have to admit that I kinda like it. She just wants to be near us. This phase won't last long, and I'm secretly afraid I'll miss it when it goes.