Tonight Husband went to check on Bella about an hour after we had put her to bed for the night. He called softly to me that I had to come and see her. Would her head be in another laundry basket ("I wanted to pretend I was a baby in a crib!")? Or maybe she would be half-in-and-half-out of bed with her top half on the floor? Or maybe she would be leaning on the half-deflated air mattress, practically vertical and standing? It's become a fun game of wondering what is behind door number one.
But it wasn't anything so crazy or funny tonight. She was in her bed. And the moment I saw her I knew just what Husband was seeing.