A baby shared our bedroom. A crib was in a corner. A baby could be wakened accidentally by the creaking wood floors when getting out of bed at night to pee. We slept with our legs crossed. A baby could be wakened easily by the sound of my wife talking in her sleep. We slept with sharp eyes directed at my wife each time she dared to utter sleeping sounds. A baby could waken herself out of spite to make our lives harder. We walked into walls out of lack of sleep. Then one day, we moved the crib to another bedroom in our house and everything was right in the world.
And now this.
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I'm new to your blog, but have already caught up on your archives and over at chasing the tree.
I crown you my new two favorite blogs.
Much love (and rest) to your family.
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aside from a little more hair, your adorable sleeping princess looks just like mine. body shape/style, clothing, sleep position, all of it. kind of weird. in fact i have an almost identical picture, wild!
Are you training her to sleep on my side of the bed? Is this your way of making sure I am the one that wakes up when she joins us in bed at 5am?
Love...
I have fond memories of the first night we moved our daughter into her crib. Very fond.
Mater sleeps very similarly - sprawled out and hands above the head. Kinda makes you wonder, when they seem so comfy taking up so much room now - are they making up for all that time spent tucked and twisted in the womb?
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