Baby Dhis sleeps until 7am, but this morning, I heard her crying at 6am, which was odd. She quieted down, then I heard her again a few minutes later. I decided to just peek in on her. I groggily shuffled through the dark house to her room. She had quieted down by the time I got to her doorway, so I began quietly stepping into her room. I heard her suddenly turn towards me. I recognized the sound from daytime naps in which she had been facing the wall but then heard me coming into the room and turned quickly to see me through the slats of her crib. I froze in my tracks. I decided that since she was being quiet, and I had just heard her move, she was OK and I should just go back to my bedroom for the next half hour.
I stepped quietly out of her room and closed her door, half expecting to hear her scream when she saw me walk out. Nothing. (Phew.)
I heard her let out a cry a few more times. The cries were getting closer together in frequency, so I decided that 15 more minutes of interrupted sleep would do nothing for me; I went into her room to get her.
This is what I found in the dark.
I was about to reach down to "rescue" her when I decided to run into the office for the camera instead.
Daddy had left her cap on and sometime in the morning, she had flipped the brim down over her eyes. (In the above photo, she knows I'm in the room and is waiting for me to say or do something.)
She had been trying to remove the cap and only succeeded in frustrating herself.
She held no grudges toward her camera-clicking mom though; she cheered up as soon as she was able to see again.