Interrogation

We are all getting adjusted to life with a big girl.  When we put her to bed, we close the door, which she cannot open.  However, at around midnight, when I head to bed, I crack it so that she can get out all by herself in the morning... allowing me to get as much shut eye as I possible can.  Well, the other morning, she came bouncing into my room, announcing that she "waked up" and "found momma"!  She was so pleased with herself!  At breakfast, Asa informed me that Ivey had come into his room in the middle of the night, looking for me.  First of all, I don't see how on earth Ivey could have made it out of her bed, out the door (which is right across from mine), opened the door at the top of the stairs, went down the stairs, across the house, through a baby gate, and into the converted garage where the boys' dwell.  I doubted his crazy story even more when he emphatically explained that he was actually awake at 3am making a Lego invention when she showed up looking for me.  First of all, he was asleep when I went to bed at 11.  Second of all, he sleeps like a rock, and third of all, there is no way she made it all the way out there without me hearing her.  He dreamed it.  Silly boy.

After a little while, Addison told me that Ivey came into their room in the middle of the night.  It was a very similar story.  Ivey came in, they were already awake, she made it through the baby gate by herself, she was looking for me, and so on.  We decided to bring each boy into the kitchen, one at a time, and grill them on how it all went down.  Their stories were the same, they even both added, separately, that Asa had to help Ivey back through the baby gate.  Addison did decide that it probably wasn't the middle of the night, but early morning, instead.  He said the sun was just starting to come up.  Now, Asa usually wakes up long after Addison, but Asa was particularly excited about building his Lego invention, so I believe he could have waken up early.  All the adults agreed that, although the timing was off, the story was true.  That little stealth girl of mine made it all the way down and across the house, to her brothers.  Looks like we'll be locking the door at the top of the stairs, or leaving our door opened, from now on!