Princess or Sleeping Beauty?

Growing up, one of my favorite authors was Hans Christian Andersen and one of my favorite fairy tales was The Princess and the Pea.  The story goes as follows: a young prince is looking for a princess to marry and finds something wrong with all of the women he meets, nor can he prove that they are REAL princesses.  One day (on a  stormy night, of course) a young woman wanders into the castle claiming to be a princess.  The mother of the prince decides that the only way to test her royal status is by placing a pea under her mattresses (all 20 of them) and if she is a princess like she claims, then should have the sensitivity to feel a pea through all that bedding.  In the morning, the woman wakes up (and just like any female) bitches about the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements and how something hard kept her awake all night.  The mother misunderstands the double entendre and decides that only a real princess would feel a pea through so much bedding.  The two are married and live happily ever after.
I loved that story and when I was a little kid, I was convinced that I was a princess and would place different vegetables (carrots, potatoes, cauliflower) under my mattress to see if I would have sleepless nights.  This experiment ended shortly after my mom found a tomato smushed under the sheets.
The reason I bring up this story is because up until last weekend, we were convinced we had a little princess on our hands.  Violet would often wake up from the tiniest sound in the room or even in the apartment.  Sometimes she can wake up from us tiptoeing into the room and other times she wakes up from a pin drop 2 rooms away.  This morning I actually heard her wake up from the closing of the microwave door.
Last weekend, we went to her boyfriend Jackson's first Birthday and all our theories went out the window.  It was a slushy Saturday afternoon and not wanting to dig out our car, we walked to the NY Kids Club in Brooklyn Heights.  Near the end of the 20 minute journey, Violet decided to take a nap in her stroller.  Upon getting to the entrance we couldn't decide whether to stroll around the neighborhood (to let her sleep) or go upstairs, but ultimately decided on the latter.  As we get inside, we are greeted with music, laughter and the general noise of 15 kids and 45 adults.  We looked at Violet and she continued to snore peacefully inside her snowsuit and foot muff.  Surely, she will be up any second, right?  After all, she is our little princess.  Well what do you know, she snoozed for almost a half an hour before waking up in pure awe.  I guess there goes our princes theory.