This weekend, I am attempting to move the boy to his crib.
He’s finally sleeping consistently in the night and pretty consistently for naps during the day, so I figured, it’s time to move from the bedroom.
He’s gone from:
1. sleeping whenever and wherever we could possible get him to sleep (mostly in someone’s arms or on the couch or on a chest), to…
2. sleeping in the swing and in the baby papasan chair for most of his sleeptime activities, to…
3. sleeping in the bassinet next to the bed for most of the night before getting scooped up into the bed for an hour or so every morning (i can’t help it), to…
4. (hopefully) sleeping in the big, vast, wide open (and upstairs) crib.
He’s sleeping in there right now. It took a little longer to get him to give into his tiredness, but finally, he laid his little head down and took a long sigh and dozed off. I’m anxiously awaiting the first squeal when he wakes up and realizes he’s in no man’s land. We’ll see…