My Groupie

Phoebe is my biggest fan. She wants to be with me all the time. She stands outside the bathroom door (because I'm one of the few moms I know that holds that alone time sacred) and waits for me. During story time, she's the one who won't settle for sitting next to me, but rather insists on sitting on my lap to see the pictures. Last night at dinner she scooted her chair over so it was touching mine and she ate her spaghetti in very close proximity to my white shirt. I would say that she loves me almost as much as she loves Sophie.

Yesterday during quiet time I went to my room to feed Sophie and put her down for a nap. I told Phoebe she could read books in her room and that I would come get her as soon as Sophie was down. Then I went into my room and shut the door. I was aware of Phoebe moving around in the hall and at one point I could see her feet through the crack under the door. Then I didn't hear her anymore.

She had been the first one awake yesterday and had acted tired all morning. I suspected that she had finally wandered back to her room and taken a nap. I was half right. When I opened my door to check on her, this is what I found.

She was tired, but I guess her room at the end of the hall was too far away from me.