I woke up thirty minutes early this morning to make sure I was ready to RUN in when she said my name. I wasn't quite sure if she would attempt to get out of the bed or just hang out until I went in to get her. I wanted to be ready. I didn't hear from her and decided to go in at her normal wake time. There she was sitting happily, still in her bed, like she belonged there.
Getting down herself. Her bed is high because her bedskirt has a 21" drop. Please excuse the mess in the background.. I actually knocked the other bed over last night...don't ask.
Picture Update: So I asked Madison's teacher this morning about the motorcycle photos.
Me: "So.. um.. did all the kids get to pose on the motorcycle?"
Teacher (snickering): "We never know what those picture people are going to show up with until they get here"
Me: "Was that the only set?"
Teacher: "Oh.. I guess Madison didn't do well with the other set. "Here was the other one." (She showed me a bench with flowers). "Some kids wouldn't sit on the bench and or motorcycle."
Me: "My husband and I couldn't stop laughing over the motorcycle."
Teacher: "OHH... did they put the pink bandana on her?"
Me: "WHAT?" (they had more props than just the leather jacket and sunglasses!) ..... "They probably didn't want to mess up her bow"... HEE HEE (I can't believe I said that.. I carried a watermelon?)