Angel Baby

As I write this Scott and I are sitting down in the basement wondering if we are going to hear the pitter patter sound of little footsteps across the floor upstairs as Grace scurries to her bedroom door, opens it, then slides open the pocket door to the living room with another excuse why she can't go to bed yet. "I have a poopy diaper," "I need water," "I have an owie."

She has done really well sleeping in the toddler bed over the past few months, with the occasional rough night here or there, usually consisting of her crying in bed when she cant sleep. But a light went on somewhere a couple nights ago when she realized she could just get out of bed on her own and walk right out of her room. After multiple failed attempts at putting her back in bed and her not staying put, Scott resorted to holding the door closed last night. She protested, but after a short time crawled in bed and went to sleep. Round two occurred tonight but after the second attempted escape, the door was held closed and after a few seconds Grace crawled back into bed...silence. We are hoping it ends here.

Meanwhile, Sam is fast asleep in the crib downstairs. I bathed him, fed him, laid him down and walked out of the room. He turned on his side and fell fast asleep in less than a minute. He didn't even need a pacifier. We are going on night number five in a row of him sleeping through the night, 11 hours. It's magical for me! He's now even waking up happy as a clam just blabbering softly in his crib. So glad we had him second!