From the crib, in the dark, Paloma calls out to me,"Is it morning?"

(Half of the time I try to get her to go back to sleep--she is always aware of when anyone is up--she sleeps like I do.)

I go in and get her out.

"I'm not tired anymore." (She has learned to say this more nicely than this summer when she'd whine, "I'm tiiiired of sleeping!")

On our way down the stairs, she yawns, and just in case I think that means she's not ready to get up, she says, "That was just a morning yawn."