Isabel has a tendency to sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night.
Last night, she crept in and said, "Momma...Charlie is GONE!" (from the bathroom)
Indeed...she was... (without cleaning up her lipstick scribble first, the little rascal)
We found her the next morning, settled into the doll trailer after her first exhausting night going to and from the North Pole...
Catching up on her favorite Christmas books after having what I assume was a bowl of hearty stew...it was licked clean, so I can only guess.
Isabel, checking out her hidey-hole