Morning

I love seeing Eleanor first thing in the morning. She wakes up and gives a little, "Hellooooo?! Where did you go? Why isn't anybody here? You know I'm awake, right?" yelp. It's not really crying, just more of an annoyed squealing for attention sort of thing. And as soon as I get to the side of the crib, she gives a coy little, "I knew I could make you come get me" smile. Oh, and last night? 8pm-6:30am!