Just for the record, this is how Tim found Jenny when he woke her up this morning.
Tim’s commentary: “To prepare for moving Jenny to a big girl bed, we’ve started putting her to bed on her crib mattress on the floor. Last night I put her in just a onesie, put her to bed, shut the door, and didn’t hear a peep out of her. This is how I found her this morning. I can only guess that she got dressed up, snuck out to a party, got drunk, managed to sneak back in, and passed out under her crib. As punishment, I’ve taken away her driving privileges for at least the next decade.”
(I later noticed that she’s holding her phone. I hope she wasn’t drunk-dialing. That never ends well, does it?)