And guess what?
She did SO WELL! She didn't climb out once (except on the second night, and then she just stood by the door crack and asked me to come tuck her in (yes, sweet princess girl in cozy jammies with rosy cheeks, I will always tuck you in!). She inherently understood that it was not appropriate to get out of bed and play or to jump on the bed or anything; she doesn't even really play on it during the day, she knows it is for sleeping and I'm so proud of her! Never say never, right? I thought she would be in a crib until she was like 4.
This week has been kind of brutal for the kids - Natalie slipped on an errant book in the living room and vaulted her face into the corner of the coffee table, earning a nice black eye, and Stockton split his lip pretty bad when we took advantage of a nice day outside. Poor babes! It made me self-conscious to go into public with my children looking so beat-up. I'm sure I got some awkward glances.
|see the puffiness on the left? : (|
|I did, however, take a picture of my raspberry hot chocolate. Mmmmmm.|
|also, sweet neighbor kids buried in leaves. stacy sent this to me while i was at work.|