I always figure that if I'm going to screw with Alexis' head, I should do it multiple times at once, instead of spreading it out over several weeks. So, of course I chose the move as the perfect time to switch her to a twin bed.

We've had the bed for years. It's an antique that we found at a local flea market-type store. Alexis seems to like it, but not as much as she likes this:

That's Rainbow Light. Alexis lurves her Rainbow Light. I learned a little late that the quickest way to her heart was through a new lamp and not through some crazy noise-making toy. Whatever. Now I know.

Alexis lurves her Rainbow Light so much that she insists on sleeping with it on. I would normally fight her on that, but considering the whole New Room/New House/New Everything thing we have going on, I decided to let it slide. Fine, kid, sleep with the light on. Whatever. I'll just turn it off after she goes to sleep.

So, last night I wandered down the hall to her room to turn out the light, and promptly freaked the hell out.

Her bed was empty.

I rushed back to our bedroom, even though I was positive I hadn't heard her wander down the hall. I listened closely in the dark and only heard two snorers, Mr. Husband and the Bulldog. No Alexis.

I rushed back to Alexis' room. I looked on the floor. I looked under the bed. I tried desperately to figure out where the little night walker could be. Then I saw her.

In her old bed.

I had put it in her room with the twin, just in case she resisted the bed switcheroo. It just didn't occur to me that she would pull her own bed switcheroo, so I didn't even see her there, right in front of my face.

Thanks for the heart attack, kiddo.