I looked up from feeding Peter and saw Tony on the couch with Jack and Anna. They were reading a new library book. But where was Therese? It was quiet upstairs. Too quiet. I went up the stairs with images of all sorts of disastrous messes in my head. But as I peered into my room, my heart melted. There she was, curled up in the crib that not so long ago was hers. She was sound asleep...sucking contentedly on Peter's pacifier. Methinks she might miss being the baby.