A personality development

Hattie seems to have inherited my dislike of the waking up process. She'll spend about 5 minutes squirming, grimacing and making fussing noises before ever opening her eyes. Then she starts yelling and shouting, finally opens her eyes and informs me that not only is she awake, but she is STARVING. Which I get, because many a cookie has disappeared in the moments when I know I am ravenous but can't yet comprehend that cereal would be a better choice.