About a month ago, we took the front off of Abby’s baby bed so she could finally be free to effect her own ingress and egress. We got tired of her laying in bed in the morning and yelling, “Mommy, Daddy! I’m ready!” It was especially bothersome on the weekends when we really didn’t feel like getting up to lift her out of bed. The sides of her bed are so high that she has never been able to climb over them. Abby has never been what you’d call a good sleeper. (For a long time she wasn’t what you’d call a sleeper at all.) We put off converting her bed because we just knew there’d be many long nights of putting her back into bed over and over. Of course, the opposite happened. She’s like one of those career prisoners who can’t function once they get out, so they commit more crimes so they can go back to jail. She hasn’t once gotten out of bed unless we’ve told her to. She still lays in there after she wakes up and yells “I’m reeeaaaaaady!”
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Your standards for being a “good sleeper” are higher than most. She sleeps like a rock.
P.S. That giant Dora is one of the creepiest things i’ve ever seen. It’s a wonder she can sleep at all with that thing staring at her.
Oh, Aunt Jo. I’m glad you didn’t have to live through the non-sleeping phase with her. It was brutal. She has come a LONG way since then. And, yes, now she does sleep like a rock!!!
Great capture of the good-mood expression on her face.