I went downstairs around 6 this mornign to give Owen a bottle in the hopes that he would go back to sleep (he did). And I'm sitting on the couch feeding him and hearingthis really different noise.
At first I think it's the cat trying to puke up a hairball, then I think it might be Troy sleeping on the couch (but I was pretty sure he was in bed when I had come down).
So I do what any mom would do. Finish feeding Owen, put him back in his crib and then proceed to see what the *noise* was.
Turns out, the *noise* was Alexandra. At somepoint in the night she had crawled out of bed, and cuddled up on the couch, and fallen back to sleep.
It was precious.