Sunday morning Avery was up at 6:20am. Normally I wouldn't be aware of this. But on this particular Sunday she was able to stroll right into my bedroom. I felt a bump on the side of the bed and in my sleepy stupor I assumed it was Saffy, whom I told to "go lay back down". Then Saffy started to climb up on the bed, but not in a leap. When I opened my eyes - there she was.
Last night she was back up twice after being put down for the night, tonight just once. It's hard to be consistent when I want to hold her hand as much as she wants me to.