Not my best morning, but I'm still the BEST girl

Rough morning.  I don't know what this crying-it-out thing is all about, but mama decided to give it a go this morning.  Ugh.  What a mess!  I usually cry for barely a minute when in comes daddy on his white horse to whisk me away to mommy.  Sure, I've been waking up earlier and earlier the past few days, and sure, I could tell mommy didn't love that, but is 5:30 really that much earlier than 7?  The chirping birds outside my window don't seem to think so.  Mommy finally got me at 6, but I was just so upset at that point that it didn't help.  Around 6:45 I finally gave up and napped until 7:45 when mama and I dragged our sleepy and worn-out selves out of bed and off to Haven's house for our weekly play-date.  I was in serious need of cucumber slices on my poofy eye-lids.  Ugh.

After Haven's we came back home for lunch and by then I had gotten over myself.  I got to sit in my newly painted big-girl high chair.  Mommy and daddy found this chair at a yard sale before I was born.  Daddy recently finished stripping the old paint off and grandpa Lenny painted it orange this past weekend.  I feel like a really big girl sitting in my chair and feeding myself while mommy fixes her own lunch.  #proudmonkey