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Willow sleeps in the big-girl bed (and spooks Mommy)

Big news, people! Willow slept the entire night by herself in her toddler bed.
We didn't plan it, but I guess Cherish decided to give it a go last night. She cuddled up with Willow in the toddler bed, and both of them fell asleep.
When I was ready to go to bed, I slipped into the room and shook Che.
"Is she asleep?" Cherish said.
"Yeah."
Now, I'm venturing into some dangerous territory here, I realize, but Cherish didn't exactly sneak out of the toddler bed. Cherish is, what, six months pregnant now, and pregnancy has its own, um, gracefulness.
Che was graceful enough because Willow did not wake up.
And Willow didn't wake up until after sunrise, which is her typical time.
This morning, however, was much different than usual, though.
I lay slumbering in bed, and Che was drying off after her shower in the master bathroom.
Che opened the bathroom door, and ...
"Eeek!" Che squeaked. "Oh, you scared me!"
Willow was standing at the door, waiting for Mommy to come out, "Children of the Corn"-style.
This was a first for us. Willow has never gotten out of her crib and quietly walked into our bedroom, you know.
We're proud of our big girl, sleeping in her big-girl bed.
But we're not relishing the idea of a tot sneaking up to our bed in the middle of the night and spooking the holy heck out of us.

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