Sophie takes after me in that she needs some time to get going in the mornings. On some bad days she will even kick and thrash and yell: "Go away!" Once she has had her ten minutes with cheerios and milk to wake up, she is her old self again. And she already is the first kid to go to bed in the neighborhood.
Yes, this is my bed. She sometimes sneaks into bed with me in the middle of the night mostly when Andrew is gone.