This is how she sleeps. Pillow facing up, always. Hands tucked under her cheeks. Like an angel baby. I love sneaking into her room and catching her in dreamland. Such a big girl in her yellow bed. She left her crib over a month ago and amazed us by actually staying in her big girl bed when we put her down (unlike her older sisters who were notorious for coming out dozens of times a night). She would still call for me to come get her in the morning and after naps. Until this week. When we heard the familiar squeaking door and little pitter-patter of feet. She knows how to get out, and she knows she can get out. Yet another sign our baby is not a baby anymore.
Ellie is officially into the swing of things with school. Not that she doesn't still cling to me each morning at drop off, or beg me to let her skip her homework, but she is getting used to life as a kindergartener. Last week she took her first ever field trip to the fire station. I have no idea what her expectations were for how the day would unfold, but somehow by the end of the trip, she had ditched her loving chaperones (mom and dad) and gabbed the whole way home with her girlfriend. She is part 7th grader I'm afraid. Her favorite part was when they were getting the tour and the station got an emergency call. Off went the fire truck with lights and sirens. She was thrilled. Pretty exciting tip for a girl who had decided years ago she would be a "fire girl" herself.