On Sunday night I was feeling rather lazy, and preyed on the Daddy-loves-his-daughter side of Marc and asked him if he’d put the munchkin to bed.
And he did…but not in the bed where she normally spends the night.
I, upon going up to go to bed myself, see that she’s not in the cradle but the crib and walk downstairs a bit sad.
“She’s in her crib…” I say. and Marc turns around with an apologetic look on his face.
“Oh, no. I’m sorry.” He says.
Normally Marc doesn’t put Autumn down for the night, but for a nap. And she naps in her crib. She spends the night in the cradle.
But not anymore.
Now, she sleeps in her crib. I felt silly waking her up and moving her on Sunday, when in my head I know she’s ready. She’s sleeping through the night—and has been for a very long time. And moving her to her room now is probably easier than moving her later. I intended to wait until she was rolling and, thereby, making the cradle unsafe—but sometimes fate, or a forgetful daddy, steps in and makes the decision for you.
So now…when she fusses in the middle of the night…I have to do the drunken not fully awake stumble into her room. The first night that happened once, the second not at all…but the third…last night I was up a bagazillion times…or maybe 6. I will be honest, had that happened on the first night, she’d be back in the cradle still.
Wish me good luck…I do enjoy my sleep. I know, I know, I get a good amount of sleep for a mother of a four month old. But I’m spoiled…
I hope that after the munchkin goes to sleep tonight, that the next time I see her, this is the happy face I see at 8:30 am…and no sooner.
And following the theme of sleep…a couple cute pictures for the road. I present the sleeping munchkin and monkey butt: